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Timothy Flynn what shot his-self.
Were there any marks on him?

What is it you're looking for?

Mrs Myers.

You got my cattle.
Don't you go threatening me.

Threat's already in your bed.

I wish you well with
the delivery of those children...

What've we got?

Killing and thieving.

You ain't got the stomach
for this, do ya?

Dear God. I think we need a word
with Billy Myers.

Where is he?

Hey!

I got someone looking for you.

Seems to reckon you saw something
during your soldiering days.

My friend - where is he?

Tell me everything you know
about the massacre at Chalk River.

Morning.

What you see is what you get.
Four mules.

Everything as requested.

Just checking for the corkscrew.

You surely are a puzzle of
a gobbler.

Real hunting outfit'd need
a flatbed for the hides.

Getting the lay of the land.

For what? Cattle. Ain't none.

Come back in a couple of years,

I'll have run this place black
with steer-horn.

Big business.
In the wrong one if it isn't.

We're good.

Dandy set of duds.

Pretty, aren't they?

Saw a Cheyenne in something similar,

'cept he used a white man's hide.

Then, he won't be needing mine.

You're short.

What's agreed,
one gentleman to another.

I look like a gentleman to you?

I don't go on appearances.

Then, you best do...

..the gentlemanly thing.

How much?
Hundred dollars extra. 25 per mule.

How'd you get to that?
30 dollars per mule.

Sure you can stand it...

..a man of your...

..ambition.

Pay him.

Melmont.

Money.

Deal's a deal.

What the hell? That point beneath
his oils,

it ain't his cock.

Pay him. That is an order.

And I'll tell you for why.

After we made the deal,

I took a little walk round
your town. Miserable shit-hole.

It turns out that you've got quite
the reputation

for doing this sort of thing.
So I thought it best,

I'll make a little deal
of my own. Are you a patriot,

Mr... er, Biskind?

It's cos I saw you got a great big
flagpole outside your house.

And I'm a mad fan of heraldry
myself, actually.

I hope to have my own coat
of arms one day.

Although,
I don't know what I'd put on it.

Numbers maybe, cos I'm good
with 'em, you see,

and my big ol' sticking knife,
that's for sure,

cos that's what got me started...

Bullet in your brain-pan is how it's
gonna be... No, no.

No, no,
you... you're gonna wanna hear this,

trust me, trust me,
it's interesting.

So, er, knowing that this would be
the way that it is...

..I've hidden a little bit
of cloth about a mile back.

Now,

if I don't tell you where that
bit of cloth is

and if you don't go and pick it up

and if you don't go back to Casper

as quick as your little trotters
can carry you,

and you don't hoist that little bit
of cloth

up that great big fucking flagpole
of yours,

then the man that I've paid
to keep watch for it,

if he doesn't see it,

then, he's gonna kill your wife.

Nah, can't be so.

Do I look like
a gentleman to you?

That true?

Deal's a deal.

Cheyenne.

Blimey.

Looks like a side of beef.

Not to his mother.

Why the display?

Sure scares the shit outta me.

I thought you said they'd gone?

They have.

They coming back?

Nah, their day's done.

Fuck for that. So, this place
open for business, then?

We need to bury him.
What for? If he's scaring everyone,

means we got the place
to ourselves.

Let him do his job.

Sergeant Whipp.

They send you out?

Corporal McClintock. Gone AWOL.

Along with two others.

Troopers Myers and Flynn.

Why? Hunting.

Buffalo?

Indians.

Orders are to leave 'em be.

Maybe that's why them 3's
gone AWOL.

None of my business.

Been mustered out, heading home.

For good?

War's over, ain't it?

N'yeah.

You missed it. I winged it.

That's a miss.

Well, then,
I'll go and finish it off.

Don't know why you shot at it
in the first place.

A fucking wolf?

Tell you what,
I'll bring it back

and we can make
a nice little stole out of it

for your beautiful fiancee.
But, don't worry,

I won't tell that her I shot it.

She doesn't even know you exist.

What, Lady Cornelia Locke?

Don't tell me.

5 Holland Park West.

And you know the tradesman's
entrance, no doubt.

Yeah, I know everything. Everything.

That's my job.

Stick the kettle on.

He talks loose to the man
who pays his bills.

Not me.

Board of directors.

Chose him to keep a check
on my finances which,

you have to admit,
he shows a certain... panache.

You bad with money?
What do they say?

A man can lose a fortune many
times over

but his confidence only once?
Well, trust me,

as a man who has lost many fortunes,

my confidence has taken
a hell of a battering.

It ain't good when a servant tells
his boss what to do.

Don't worry about that. In
England we have a class system.

So, for better or worse, David
Melmont knows exactly where he sits.

Yeah, well, we don't have that here,
so you best keep an eye on it.

I seen what happens to men like him
in a place like this.

Sometimes freedom ain't pretty.

Come on, then.

Cheyenne.

We leave 'em be.

How many arrows do I need in my back
before you tell me I'm in trouble?

None, because we ain't.

What you doing that for, eh?
Make sure they don't follow us?

You said they wouldn't give us
any trouble.

They won't.

That wolf you shot would give you
more gyp.

They don't want trouble -
same as us.

Well, I'm not sure you'll be looking
quite as kindly when they start

eating our profits.

This one's lame.
Gotta keep an eye on it.

He's not the only one, mate.

Looks like the Delphi...

..made by God.

Have you got a word for beauty
in that ledger of yours?

Yep, yep. I, er, I have it down
as...

..er...

.. "unforeseen costs".

Well, thank God I'M the one with
the vision. No.

I've got a code for that and all.

Oh, are you... are you sure you want
to hear it? I mean, I don't want

to make your eyesight go all blurry.

No, go on.

Oh, all right, well, er,

years one to five, there'll be
a sixfold increase in your profits.

Making you very rich.

And then,
years four... yeah, four to seven,

the competition will arrive, driving
up volume, pushing down prices.

But you'll still be rich.

And then seven and eight,
the market will saturate.

Prices will collapse,

costs will balloon. And then, by
year ten, you'll go bust.

And you the same. Ah, well, no,

cos, you see, in this little book
here, this little book here.

Er, yes... er...

..yep, that here,
it tells me exactly when to get out.

So, if I were you,
I'd be watching me like a hawk.

Already am.

You see, sir, you see, er,
well, you never know,

you never know.

Maybe, maybe, maybe one day...

Maybe one day, er, me and you,
we could be partners.

Mm.

I fucking knows.

I fucking knows it.

Just like I know
that having shit on your shoe

would smell a hell of a lot better
than me.

And that's exactly the smell
I'm getting off you.

Well, at least we know each other.
What you talking about? You ain't

got a fuckin' clue, you ain't
got a fuckin' clue who I am.

Cos if you really knew,
then what you'd know is,

is that really...

..I'm the one.

Hulloo, the camp.

Soldiers on patrol.
Permission to approach?

Guns up, do it slow.

Corporal Jerome McClintock.

Troopers Billy Myers
and Timothy Flynn.

You stand us some of your company?

Too fucking right.

Thank you.

Oh... Cor, what is that?

Soldier's Joy,
what keeps an army on its feet.

Or off it.

No, no, the Vikings,
they used to take opiates

so they wouldn't care
who they killed. Sounds about right.

Judging by the colour of your duds,
I'd say you been out here no time.

12 days.

Oh, my mistake.

And you? On patrol.

Small patrol.

Unofficial business.

Such as?

You are mighty direct.

Just curious... Should watch for
that. Every trap's set the same.

Execution patrol, since you ask.

On behalf of the First Regiment,
Colorado Volunteers.

That who you are?

Were. Will always be.

Gainst who? Indian named

Running Hawk.

Cheyenne.

Heard of him?

You seen him?

Nor anyone else besides.

Well, he's out here.

Why you want him?
He killed my brother.

Not just killed. Cut him up

like... stripped beef.

What had he done?
You-you-your brother...

Whaddaya mean? For being here.

Like you are now.

Bit more than that, though, ain't
it?

You were at Sand Creek, right?
If you're First Volunteers.

That were all sorts of horror,
from what I hear.

When ain't it?

When you made purses
out of women's private parts.

Still got it,
if you'd care to take a look...

Whoa. No.

Gentlemen, please.
You want for us to leave?

Getting that way. Not me.

No, not me. No, I-I'd
very much like you to stay.

Do you want to know why WE'RE here?

This time next year, we're gonna
bring 50,000 head of cattle,

right here.

That's $100,000
of my employers' money.

That's big business.

And I can't have anything
tapping off that.

No wolves, no lions and

definitely no fuckin' Indians.

There aren't any.

Well, except, except there are.
There are. There are.

What you seen...? David.

Shut up.

So, what are you gonna do
with him, when you find him,

this, this Hawkey fella?

Same as he did to my brother.

I'm gonna cut his eyeballs out,

sit him on a rock
so as he can watch hisself die.

Yeah. And then what? Like...

Court martial, most likely.

Of you. What, they gonna chuck yous
in jail?

Well, that don't seem right.
No, it ain't.

You see, you see, I'm like you.

I spent all my life
in the meat business,

I mean, not YOUR meat business,
THE meat business.

Abattoirs. From the, er, from the
blood-yards

to the boardrooms, so I know what
it's like. And you, gentlemen,

are the, er,
the slaughtermen of my trade.

But you do things that others care
not to think about,

yeah, but that must be done.

And out here,

right now,

something must be done.

I've seen Indians.

Where? I said... shut... up.

Oh, who would ever listen to you?
You're sacked - listen to that.

Sacked!

Oh, this feels good,
just to laugh in your face.

Cos up until now it's just been
everyone else behind your back.

Oh, come on, then,
you vellum-arsed ponce.

Sit down.

Blimey.

Show us.

God, it sounds like a grouse shoot.

They were packing a '58 Cal.

What's that?

No!

Agh!

There's nothing you can do.
Nothing.

Gah! Agh!

He'll kill you too.

Reckon it's just
the excuse he's looking for.

We ride down to Fort Fetterman
and we report it.

You got that?

It's best we can do.

Sergeant Whipp.

They send you?

Then, why are you here?

Heading home.

Are you, uh...

..aimin' to do something?

None of my business.

It's all right, boys,
he's one of us.

Ain't ya, Scout?

Who the fuck are you?

Eh?

Who?

Well, it ain't Running Hawk,
that's for sure.

They were my family.

Jerome McClintock,
Billy Myers, Timothy Flynn.

You know where they're at now?

And that civilian, Melmont?

What happened to him?

Or weren't that
your business either?

You are lucky that you caught me

because I was only here
for the competition,

I haven't even opened up the house.
Come in, come in.

And you won?

Well, it was a bit of a to-do,
though.

One of the competitors,
she let fly an arrow in anger.

Can you imagine? And she almost
speared a horse on Bayswater Road!

Anyway, I think she was aiming at
the umpire so,

obviously, no chance of winning.

Erm, are you an archer, Mister...?

Melmont, David.

Nah, not since they invented
the gun.

I used to stare at that for hours.

And imagine myself in it.

Now you've been there for real.

Please.

Ta.

So, you bring news?

Have you not heard from Thomas?
Oh, well,

I don't suppose there's
a post office.

Well, there is at the forts...

..but, erm,
what I'm about to tell you

is best for only your ears.

Oh?

Thomas is in jail.

Now, I imagine it takes

a lot of strength,
pull a bow like that.

But what you are about to hear,

you're gonna have to be
a whole lot stronger.

Tell me.

It all started with a wolf.

♪ Time has coloured in

♪ The black and white... ♪

♪ Of your sin

♪ So burn... ♪

♪ Burn the flag

♪ Rip it up

♪ Bury the rags

♪ But I will find you still

♪ Move in for the kill

♪ You cut her hair. ♪

Phew...

I don't know what made him do it.

I'm thinking
it was the, er, the country,

Miss Locke. He-he just got himself
caught up in it.

I was all for just, you know,
getting him straight out,

keeping it quiet. For the company,
but mostly for himself.

You know, cos I-I know he's been,

he's been struggling, what with...
what with, erm... Money.

I mean, that's why I was there,
weren't it? But I couldn't...

I cou... I couldn't save him.

I couldn't save him from this.

Cos our guide, he's gone down
an army fort and reported it.

It has all kicked off. All right?

They've sent out a search party
and eventually they were,

the soldiers and him,
they were found in a, er...

..in a, er... Go on.

It was called the Hog Ranch.
A farm?

Whorehouse. Oh...

That's it, you know,
that's the irony of it, really,

cos the army didn't go for the
killings, been too many, you see.

Once they started
they would never stop.

So, instead, the soldiers,
they were charged with, erm,

the unauthorised use of... Women.

Yeah. Whilst being, erm,
absent without leave.

For which they all got
dishonourable discharge.

For illicit sex.
But not mass murder.

And Thomas?

He's banged up,
awaiting payment of a fine.

Maybe he should just serve
his time.

Thing is...

..erm, it's not a jail.

It's a well.

Deep one.

When the rains come,

it's gonna start filling up.

It might be a week, could be
a month, but...

..they will come.

How much?

2,000. Pounds. Sterling.

Why have you come to me?

Cos you, cos you are his fiancee.
We are not engaged.

Oh? Oh, no,
I thought he said he proposed.

He had.

Ah.

Have you told my father?

No. No, no.

Nor anyone else besides.

This was Thomas's last chance
and he will never get another.

It was me
that made my father invest.

Well, there you go.
Save yourself a few blushes too.

Blushes I can live with.
But ignominy, he cannot.

The company neither.

My father has spoken of you.

Yeah? Yes.

What's he, what's he say?

Oh, I'm not sure. You started in...

Started in... in the meat business,
yeah... Yes. In the blood pits.

And then?
Well, then, cos I've got,

I got me a head for figures,
you see, so...

So here you are.

Oh, yeah, but don't worry,
Miss Locke, I still know my place.

Well, no-one should know that.

Well, then, I must be a bit thick -
loyal servant as I am.

To the company. To Mr Trafford.

And to your good self, of course.
Now more than ever.

But we can't leave him in his cotton
socks

stuffed down a well now, can we?

No. No. No.

No.

I sometimes wonder if there's horror
in us all.

There is.

Which is why pretty rooms like this
are so important.

They keep it from us.

And this really is quite
the beautifulest room

I've ever seen in my life.

I'll get you the money.

Morning.

Miss Locke.

What, did you think I was
the postman?

Erm, I think he's already been.

It's from Thomas.

Not him.

You.

All of it.

Did they arrest you?

Yes.

And the well?

Do you know what?
Do you know what I learnt?

Hate is a hell of
a lot warmer than a bearskin coat.

Although, my toes are a bit black.

And, the fine was very steep,
let me tell ya,

it's almost cleared me out.

So, are you thinking of shopping me?
As soon as you leave this room...

Oh, nah, you won't... I will,
I will. I'm going to open

that window and I'm going to scream,

"Liar. Thief. Killer."

You won't make it as far
as the street corner.

Oh, no. Cos, you see,

I am going all the way
to Colorado. The Alamosa River.

I got me a little mate
and he's gonna show me the way.

And with that money there...

And with that money...

With that money...

Yeah? We're gonna buy us
a stake in a gold mine. A big one.

Because me and that country...

..we're like that. Get out.

But we haven't made our
little deal yet, have we?

And I'll tell yous what,

I'm gonna promise you,

never to talk about this.

And you're gonna do the same.

I tell you what, though...

..you're right about these rooms.

They do mean nothing.

Shhh.

I took on a wolf once.

A fucking wolf.

What's that?

Erm...

Antonin Dvorak?

It's missing a bit. Yeah?

Yeah.

She's taken to her bed.

Oh?

Hmm. I'll show meself out.

You do the same.

Not yet, though, eh?

Keep playing for a bit.

It's pretty.

A deal's a deal.

Now, put your gloves back on,
someone will notice.

Alamo-o-sa-a-a.

I know the horror was not
mine by design

but it was I alone

who made the choice to come
to this place,

I who looked to rescue my fortunes
with such wayward risk,

and it was upon my trail
the Devil followed.

Within my employ, in fact, he stole.

Which leaves me no choice.

It is here I must stay.

Place myself against this country,
let it test me, weather me,

beat me for so many years
as it feels fit to do so.

I am not sure what material will be
fashioned by its end,

or even if an end should come,
but I pray to God

my previous life will have
long since been eroded

and forgiven by these hard,
unforgiving winds.

My final lines to you,
my dear Cornelia,

must be a warning.
Never come to this place.

For, whatever the evils
have been released

and however unwitting my part,
let them remain here,

with me, so that you, there,

may remain and live your life in
perfect safety half a world away.

It is in this profound wish
that I may remain.

Eternally, your true protector,
Thomas Trafford.