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[ominous music playing]

[music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[laughing]

[music playing]

Who's there?

It's after 9:00 already.

Another hour.

[knocking on door]

That's bloody-fucking now!

I gave you enough time to sleep it off.

Mighty hospitable.

Not hospitable to troublemakers.

God damn it.

Shit.

Hey, partner, you know where a fella could

find some work hereabouts?

Not likely the kind of work you're looking for.

Folks around here are good, honest, God-fearing folks.

Honest, God-fearing works what I'm after.

Go down to the Golden Garden.

Saloon?

It's honest enough for the likes of you.

Much obliged.

Indeed you are.

[music playing]

[snoring]

[coughs]

Hey there, handsome.

Looking for some company?

I should be so fortunate.

I was-- I was just looking for the boss man, actually.

My time ain't available for purchase, sad to say.

Are you the fellow in charge?

Owner and operator since '69, took over

from my brother when he up and caught the cholera.

Solomon Miller.

Bob Hagan.

Inkeep down the way he said you was looking for extra hands?

My could be.

You have experience pouring spirits and libations?

Ain't that the same thing?

Pardon?

I poured my share of drinks, Mr. Hagan.

I bet you have.

The crux of it here, I need me a fella who

can handle a rough customer or two, keep an honest account,

and don't go drinking up all my wares.

I'm your man.

And don't go molesting the whore.

Quickest way to trouble is when the staff starts philandering.

So you mind your business.

And leave these whores be.

Understood?

I ain't much for company, just need work.

All right, Mr. Miller.

Welcome aboard.

Sherman's bloody asshole.

Oh, here it is.

Might as well look the part.

Miller!

As I said, this position requires

more than a steady pour hand.

So empty the spittoons, piss pots, rouse the dozers.

Make sure the bar is fully stocked at all times.

And don't go spilling my liquor.

Whiskey!

Now, it's two bits a shot, no freebies, lessen I say so.

Put your cluck in your biddy.

And pour me a sum' bitchin' whiskey.

Apologies, Bob.

I've just a thirst, that's all.

Better.

Miller, give the man a bourbon.

Yes, sir.

New on the job, pup?

Just minutes now, sir.

I'll grant you some patience, then, but just enough.

Much obliged.

Indeed, you are.

[gunshot]

[ominous music playing]

There's little to be had for asking why Walt's dead.

It's Dilbert himself what done it.

Strange day, getting stranger.

Not the first I've seen gun-play under this roof.

But Dilbert, you need to look mad.

Saundered on in, casual as you please--

murdered old Walter, right where he sat.

As you say.

It's getting stranger.

Miller, go and check in the rooms.

Make sure them piss pots is empty.

Ugh.

I ain't seen you in here before.

Hi, just started.

I'm Solomon Miller, the new barman.

I'm Blondie.

Yes, ma'am, you sure are.

Heard that one before, huh?

Piss pot's full in room five.

[music playing]

Hey, fella?

Damn it, hey, fella!

Who the fuck are you?

I'm the new barman at the saloon,

what owns this here shit house.

And I need you to move so I can empty this here piss bucket.

Fuck off.

Come on, friend, ain't the place for a snooze.

I said fuck off!

What's the matter, sonny Jim, the work too dirty for you?

There's some damn fool drunk, sleeping in the outhouse.

You say what, now?

I said, there's some damn fool drunk asleep in the outhouse.

Oh, that's probably old Ezekiel again.

Well, rouse that sorry son of a bitch.

And send him packing.

I tried.

You said what?

I says, I tried.

Well, try a little harder, Miller.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, it doesn't

take Sir Isaac fucking Newton to kick a drunk out the shit

house!

I didn't--

Are you a lackwit?

Is that the problem?

No, I-- I just--

Learn yourself when to hollow your lip, boy,

or you'll earn yourself new means of employment.

Now, follow me close at hand because I won't be showing you

how to do this again.

Move!

[crying]

You fucking mad man.

God damn near tore my ear off.

Board house is over yonder if you want a snooze.

This here house is for shitting.

I was only napping a spell.

Ain't for napping spells.

It's exclusively for shitting!

Peace!

If you ever disrespect my employee again,

I'll stick your ugly mug in yonder shit-hole.

And you can nap your perdition, you drunken fool!

[inaudible] been torn apart by hungry dogs.

Comprendo?

Yes, sir.

Now, lessen you need me to hold your pecker while you piss,

I'm going back inside.

[inaudible], Miller.

Make sure that that piss bucket is cleaned out good!

You're a dollar short.

I'll take it out of your wages for the day.

Keep a better account.

Yes, sir.

There's your pay.

Thank you, sir.

You're posted up in room six.

So get in there, and get some sleep.

Can I take some time to head to the rooming house,

fetch my belongings?

Very well, just be back at dawn to rouse the overnighters.

Dawn?

That's when the sun comes up.

Yes, sir, dawn it is.

[music playing]

[footsteps]

[growl]

[rattling sounds]

[snoring]

Stable's down the way.

Still saving up for the horse to go with it.

We've not been properly met yet.

I'm Solomon Miller.

Stella.

How do you do?

Awful, you?

Right there with you.

You're here most early, Solomon Miller.

Oh, Mr. Hagan says I'm to rouse the overnighters.

Ain't none.

Say again?

Ain't no overnighters.

Then why did he have me come here at dawn?

Because he's an insufferable prick.

Obliged.

Nary a drop for yourself, Mr. Miller?

Just thought that I'd abstain for a while,

get a load of the world through unhindered eyes.

You might not like what you see.

Not so bad so far.

How long you been slinging spirits?

I been pouring whiskey since I was five.

I started drinking it when I was 12.

Here and there, I spent some time behind the bar,

among other things.

I had a herd up north a while, tried my hand at prospecting--

wasn't cut out for it, fell in with some undesirables

for spell.

Oh, do tell, Clarabel.

Pardon?

Did I offend her in some way?

Probably.

Whoa!

You all right there, cowboy?

Old Walter getting his head blown to bits

got you rattled some, huh?

I doubt it's Mr. Miller's first sign of bloodshed.

I was--

Can you two ladies think about maybe sitting a little closer

to the door, maybe bring in some patronage?

On a fucking graveyard?

What'd you say?

I don't suffer wiseacres, much less wiseacre whores.

Now, you get your $5 ass out there

and bring me in some goddamn business!

There's a foulness in there and here.

Indeed.

You said what?

I'll just--

Take your effects.

You'll be sleeping in room number six.

Then you get to filling in water jugs.

So room six, water jugs--

yes, sir.

And any more wiseacre comments earns you a dock in pay.

[growling]

There's something out there!

Do you not hear it?

Didn't hear nothing.

Where's them water jugs?

I dropped them all.

You break them jugs, you're going

to pay for new ones, Miller.

It wasn't my fault. There's something back there!

All right, tell me what you saw.

I didn't see it.

But you didn't hear that sound?

It was like a howl, like nothing natural.

Ever heards of a coyote?

I goddamn know what a coyote sounds like!

Hey, now, don't you go howl on my whores!

Now, you apologize to the lady, good and quick, boy.

Apologies, Kate.

That'll do.

Now, get to filling them water jugs.

Would you lend me the shotgun?

You say what?

I asked you for the shotgun, Mr. Hagan.

What for?

You don't carry a pistol, Miller?

It were bigger than a coyote, whatever I heard--

could be mountain lion, or--

you send me back outside unarmed,

you're marching me to dangers unknown without a means

to defend myself.

All right.

Hasn't a man got a right to defend himself?

All right, I said.

Settle down there, Edwin Booth!

And don't go shootin' no customers.

[ominous music playing]

[cigarette burns]

I count one jug.

Where's the other?

Dropped and broke.

Cost of that jug, coming out of your wages.

Can't be breaking jugs, boy.

If there's nothing else, I'd like to catch up

on a few hours sleep.

I'd be better use to you with a clear head.

Go make sure them piss pots is empty.

[music playing]

Them's my cigarettes.

You in the habit of taking things that don't

belong to you, Mr. Miller?

Maybe you shouldn't have such free and easy access

to firearms, Blondie.

Darling, you may have yourself a point.

Look at that!

You are a believer, ain't you?

Used to keep time with a magician,

picked up a few tricks of the trade.

Sure.

You see, Mr. Miller, sadly, the strange and miraculous

is so often easily exposed by dull and disenchanted facts.

I think there's more fun in the not knowing, personally.

I prefer to stay in the dark.

[music playing]

Jesus!

You gave me a start there, young fella.

Apologies, sir.

Well, can I get you something to wet the old whistle?

Take it down a notch or two, Miller.

Young man ain't here to partake in our wares.

Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Miller.

I'm Benjamin.

You're the new barkeep, I take it.

That, and I empty the piss pots.

Speak your message and be on your way, son.

Well, the Reverend asks that you attend a small funeral service

this afternoon for a Mr. Walter Knudsen.

And when does this funeral take place?

Round about 4:00.

That's our rush, can't be done.

Well, the Reverend suggested that you leave charge

to the new barkeep.

After all, why have hired such help if not for occasions

such as these?

I can handle it, boss, if you want to take a few hours

and go pay respects to your friend.

Walter was not my friend.

He was a royal pain in the ass, if I be telling the truth.

But he was a good customer.

So be it.

The evening rush is on you, Miller.

Yes, sir.

Keep an honest account.

Don't go drinking up my wares.

Leave them whores be!

How long are you in town for, Mr. Miller?

A few days.

And you plan on staying?

I don't really plan on anything at the moment,

just taking it day by day.

Know what I mean?

Putting it in God's hands.

Yeah, something like that, I suppose.

Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Miller.

Whoa!

[screaming]

Hey, settle down now.

I guess you ain't abstaining no more.

It shouldn't be much of a crowd tonight.

But you'll still get a cluster or two.

Folk ain't travel alone much around here.

And make sure nobody's sneaking drinks behind your back.

I'll keep a watchful eye, sir.

See that you do.

Don't go burning the place down while I'm gone.

Ain't going to be no rush.

I have suspected.

Once a month or so, a crew ride in.

But mainly, it's the odd straggler.

Bob can barely afford to feed himself.

Lucky, Kate and I don't eat much.

You're playing with fire, girl, batting your lashes

at that man.

He's trouble with a capital T if I ever seen it.

Always grateful for the advice from the dead woman

in the corner.

Rot in hell, baby girl.

How's that for advice?

Have I given some sort of offense, Ms. Kate?

Your very presence gives offense, Mr. Miller.

Why don't you shut your damn mouth?

Don't bark at me, you little poodle!

I'll break your goddamn jaw!

Don't you threaten harm on me!

I won't be bulldozed by some dried up dope fiend.

You bitch!

Well, Jesus, the two you, settle on down!

What up, boys?

Not another word till whiskey pass these lips.

Time to get this fornication engine running.

Nobody want to hear about your cock.

Oh, you'll hear about it nonetheless.

Barman!

Howdy, friends, what can I do you for?

Whiskey for the boys, one for the lady, and yours truly.

Room at the bar for one more?

The more the merrier, missy.

Are you the fella, going to be squaring this account up?

What do you say about that, boy?

I'd say welcome to the Golden Garden, sir.

Woo!

Another!

Whoa there, doggy.

That's one fine piece of pussy.

Pour me a fresh one.

Well, my boy Dave is going to have a go.

[? none ?] for me.

[inaudible]

Oh, horse shit.

You know what you need, the good old taste of Jack nasty face.

That'll set you right.

Oh, hey there.

You get back on that bed there, Missy.

My boy Dave is going to have a go.

In a spell--

I need a drink.

I said get the fuck back inside!

Now, you get on in there.

And you plant your flag, Davey boy.

I said no.

[? you devising it. ?] You think humiliating

me means it never happened?

You shut your mouth, punk.

Deal with how you deal, Patrick.

And I'll do the same.

I don't mess with demons as you do.

There's nothing for me to deal!

And I've got no demons neither.

How dare you implicate me with your goddamn degeneracy!

I say, I want you to take leave here, fella.

And you shut the fuck up before I topple over this bar

and I beat you until you stop breathing!

Don't threaten me, cowboy.

Or what?

Or what!

Or I will physically remove you from this establishment.

Oh, really!

Why don't you just show everybody

how you're going to go about doing that?

Go on.

Get out, I said.

Of course, my friend.

My apologies.

Why don't I just square up with you, OK?

Then me and Davey here, we'll be on our way, OK?

Woo!

You lily-livered son of a bitch!

[kicking harshly]

Stop, stop, you're gonna kill him!

Don't worry that skinny mini.

It takes quite a while to kick a man to death.

Hey, Davey, empty the cash register.

Davey, empty the cash register!

Think I'll finish my drink first.

Davey, empty the damn cash register!

[gunshot]

Are you hurt?

Go and get the sheriff.

Drop that iron, you ugly bastard,

or I blow this whore to kingdom come!

All right, just-- let's stay calm now.

She didn't do no harm to nobody.

Just turn loose to her.

We can talk about what happens next.

Davey, boy!

Jesus Christ, you cut them down.

You cut the both of them down!

I know, I know.

I'm sorry!

You killed my boys, you son of a bitch!

[gunshots]

Stop, stop!

I didn't mean no harm to those men!

They attacked me first, unprovoked.

They would have killed me just fine.

A man's got a right to defend his person!

Sure enough, that.

A man's got a right to take vengeance, too.

True enough that.

You turn loose to the woman.

And I'll take her place, unarmed.

You can deal with me as you see fit.

No tricks, cracker.

No tricks.

Throw the gun out.

Now, come out where I can see you.

Turn loose the woman first.

Show yourself.

Show yourself!

[gunshot]

Oh, hell.

A little more support on the left there.

Supporting it.

Where's Hagan?

Seen them whores, [inaudible] his voice, I suppose.

It's his establishment.

Shouldn't he be assisting in the body disposal?

I guess he delegated them duties to me.

I suppose that's fair enough.

It wasn't him, made all those corpses, was it?

Well, lookie here, it's the angel Gabriel.

Good evening, gentlemen.

The Reverend has asked me to assist you

in the burial of these men.

Well, your timing is a testament to God's holy plan in action.

Got one left inside, and he's a biggin'.

Are you well, Mr. Miller?

Fine and dandy, don't love nothing

in this world more than hauling corpses about.

You're right-- stupid query.

How does this town have no undertaker, anyways?

Hanged him-- got him committing unnatural acts

with the corpses.

Jesus!

Yup, back when the mine was spitting

out gold nuggets like baby teeth,

Swansea was to be the next tombstone or Bisbee.

Folks from all parts of the world rode through here,

brought a little culture and civility to the place.

Some even brought their families.

But the party didn't last, as they never do.

Mine went dry.

Decent folks moved on.

And now we're all but a ghost town.

We're still here, Sheriff.

Indeed we are.

All right, let's get that bastard squared away

for his last ride.

[music playing]

Sheriff, what are you doing?

You'll see.

Dear God, what have you done?

Peace now.

This is blasphemy!

Better than they deserve.

You're the one who decides what they deserve?

What do you deserve, Mr. Miller?

What the hell did you just say to me, boy?

That's enough, now.

You might not like it, Benjamin.

But that's the best I can do for him.

You boys going to come on, or are you

going to stay and warm yourself by the fire?

Hey, boss.

How's that jaw?

Oh, it's the best.

Good, good.

I spoke at length with Stella and Kate.

And they told me you acted the hero...

that you saved them.

And you saved this joint from being robbed.

I just did what any man would do, Mr. Hagan.

Not true-- a lot of men would just tuck tail and ran.

But you, you put up your own life for Kate's.

I don't know you well.

And I don't know what other things you may or may not be.

But for one, you ain't no coward.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Now, get on in and get some rest.

That was real brave, what you did today.

Stella?

In the flesh.

You're like a knight.

Does that feel good, Solomon?

Does that feel good?

What's the most scared you've ever been?

I don't know.

Quit lying.

I already let you have your way with me.

Up north, after I was run out of Flag for whatever drunken

misery I engaged in then, I passed through Pace

Asking after work, I met at a well-dressed gentlemen

with a fine way of speaking.

He told me he was a professional photographer.

I nursed a small interest in such instruments

and their methods.

So I thought myself fortunate when

this fine gentleman offered me a job as his assistant.

On my first day, I followed him to a fine-looking house

on the edge of town. And...

I got inside.

First thing I noticed was the smell.

And Mr. Miller, would you please?

Can we get on with it, please?

Any moment, sir, any moment.

Yes, much better, much better.

Young miss, perhaps you hold your brother's hand?

Go on, darling.

It's for Willie, so we don't forget his face.

[intense music playing]

No, no, I won't!

[interposing voices]

Don't you touch him!

[inaudible] you, out of my house!

No!

Get out of my house, you goddamn [inaudible]..

Stop all of this, please, stop!

All right, you win.

How the hell could someone do that, prop up their dead kid

like some stuffed raccoon?

Folk turn to strange comforts when

they're in that kind of pain.

I suppose.

Listen, this can't happen again.

I need this job.

You can't be caught molesting the whores.

Yup, why don't you get out of here?

All righty.

Geez, you don't have to tell me twice.

No, no, no, I mean, get out of here.

Find yourself a nice fellow.

Get yourself a family.

Oh darling, that train left a long time ago.

Come on, you're just a kid.

I eat when I'm hungry.

I got a roof above my head, plenty of booze,

a big strong man to protect me.

What else could one ask for?

I care for you, Solomon.

Stella.

I know.

Don't begrudge a girl her silly little fantasies.

[music playing]

Miller, I got a private matter to tend to.

And I will need you to open by yourself.

Yes, sir.

And hopefully, I won't be returning to a pile of corpses.

Yes, sir, hopefully.

Stella, get your ass outside, bring in some business.

Miller, keep an honest account.

And don't go drinking my wares.

And don't go molesting the whores, Mr. Hagan.

Don't be overly familiar.

I'm your employer, not your bosom chum.

Any more remarks or backtalk, or over-familiarity,

results in a dock of pay!

Make sure them piss pots is empty.

He's back at the hatchet like normal, anyway.

[music playing]

Thank you.

Weren't nothing.

You're quite the hero.

I wouldn't say that.

No, neither would I. But here we are.

Good people do terrible things.

It stands to reason, terrible people

can do the occasional good thing.

Terrible is a bit strong, isn't it?

Strong and accurate.

Jesus, what, huh?

What is it?

What do I do or say, or what tiny aspect of my manner

offends you so?

Is it just my face?

Do I remind you of some phantom from your past,

some relative who bullied you?

[slaps]

Stop it!

All right, all right.

Have it your way.

[ominous music playing]

Consider that a fair payment for saving my life.

Now make your arrangements to be gone from here.

Pardon?

Collect your remaining wages from Hagan, and leave town.

Why the hell would I do that?

If you don't, I'll tell him.

Molesting the whores will get you fired without pay.

Shit!

[music playing]

Get the hell on!

God damn catcher, god!

Don't pounce on a sleeping man, will you?

I will and worse, if I catch you sleeping in my outhouse again!

I'm a good goddamn customer.

Ain't I entitled to a little respite when no one

else is using the shit house?

You're entitled to shit.

And move along, just like everybody else.

You test me, Ezekiel, and I'll rise to the occasion.

Believe you, me.

Hagan's a good man.

He done more for me than some sod

like you could ever comprehend.

Get the hell out of here!

For his sake alone, I don't break your scrawny ass in two.

Threaten me again, you're a dead man.

The hell with you.

Yeah, you're tough.

You're tough when you're walking around muttering,

you drunken bastard.

Shit.

[music playing]

How's the crowd been?

As you see.

There's a foul air about.

You hear me, Miller?

I said, there's a stench in the air.

I hear you, Mr. Hagan.

Any thoughts about how to remedy that?

Well, I'm no expert on masking unpleasant smells, sir, maybe

some flowers, or the like?

Flowers?

Mm-hmm.

That'll be $2 docked pay on the day.

I warned you time and again about the wiseacre comments.

It might could be time for Mr. Miller

to move along, seeing as how he just

can't seem to follow direction.

Might could be.

Save a dope fiend's life one day.

They throw you in front of a carriage next.

I didn't throw him in front of them carriage.

Yes, you did.

You're trying to get rid of him, when

Solomon's the only reason you're still drawing breath.

Stop your hollering, Stella!

No, the two of you have memories of fucking horse flies!

Solomon's been nothing but good to you two.

And you treat him like dog shit.

I said, stop your hollering, Stella.

I don't want to have to warn you again.

To hell with you, you old bastard!

You cunt!

Fuck you, old man!

Wait till I get my hands on you!

That's $2.00 docked pay.

That's $2.00 docked pay!

It's always open.

You got a way of appearing out of thin air, you know that?

I have a soft footfall.

I guess.

May I speak with you a moment, sir?

I'm not in the best of moods, Benjamin.

I heard some shouting imminent from the saloon.

Is ought amiss?

A hell of a lot of ought is amiss there.

I can tell you that much.

I see.

I save Kate's life.

She turns on me like a rabid bitch.

Hagan's one day treating me like the son he's never

had, the next, like his redheaded stepchild.

Seems quite unfair.

That's an understatement, if ever there was one.

Stella stood up for me, no doubt earned her more

suffering ahead--

Jesus fucking Christ!

Mr. Miller, may I be frank with you?

Frankly, I'd rather you leave me be.

You're suffering.

Perhaps I've overstepped my bounds.

But to see a soul in such torment,

you must understand that God loves you.

And He can forgive you.

For what do I need forgiveness, boy?

We're all sinners.

And we're all capable of asking God for forgiveness.

Ask him, Mr. Miller.

Open your heart to the Lord.

And He will respond.

No, He won't.

(SINGING) Cold blows the wind.

Oh, my true love, soft falls the gentle rain.

I never had but one true love.

In Greenwood, she last lain.

When the twelfth month and one day had passed,

her ghost began to speak.

Who's it who sits upon on my grave,

and will not let me sleep?

There is [inaudible] own true love,

who sits upon your grave.

For I seek one kiss from your sweet lips.

And that is all I crave.

My lips still are as clay, my love.

My breath [inaudible].

If you have one kiss from my cold lips,

your time will not be long.

[music playing]

[inaudible], are you all right?

[non-english speech]

I need Walter.

All right, all right, just wait here.

Just wait.

Jesus!

I said for you to wait outside.

I just-- here, you just drink that.

Be on your way.

All right, that's fine.

Now, if you please, just--

You should not be here.

Pardon?

There is so much pain here.

What are you--

You [non-english].

You are a sick man.

All right, that's just about enough of--

[inaudible] demon.

You're a devil!

Hell is murky.

Well, that was odd.

The hell is murky?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means Miller needs to keep a more watchful eye.

I ain't holding a shelter for errant beggars.

Beg your pardon?

I said--

She's a lone woman come up front, asking for some water.

So she didn't buy booze or pussy.

This place is for paying customers

only, not creepy Kraut beggars.

Blow it out your ass.

Say it again.

I said blow it out your ass, Mr. Hagan!

Out, get out!

That little outburst just cost you a day's pay.

I will not be spoken to with such insolence.

I do not suffer wiseacres, as I've

told you many times before.

God damn it!

Apologies, Mr. Hagan, for the outburst.

It's been a strange couple of days.

And it's taken a toll on me, maybe.

We've all seen horrors of the same, or more.

If you can't manage it, maybe it's time to move along.

Go and take the rest of the day.

Get out of here.

Get some air in your lungs.

Go and see the Reverend.

I don't want to see the Reverend.

That's what he's there for, times of turmoil.

I don't need to see no reverend!

I just need to work, sir.

I just-- I'm sorry.

I know I made mistakes.

But I don't need time to think or feel, or reflect,

or any of that.

I just-- I just need to lose myself in something,

so I don't have to think or feel or reflect.

I just-- I just need to work, sir, please.

Go on and see if them piss pots is empty.

Yes, sir!

Stella, come here, girl.

I think this poor player has treaded long enough, don't you?

You keep doing that.

How did you get in here all of a sudden?

I've always been here.

You're the intruder, not me.

What does that mean?

The people of this town, they linger

in a particularly horrible sort of hell because of you.

What do you want?

What's happening here?

Oh, sweet baby, don't you understand?

You've lost your mind.

Stella, we got to get out of--

Kate-- Kate told me that you fucked her.

Is that true?

Tell me the truth!

I didn't mean for it to happen.

It's just--

I don't want you here anymore, Mr. Miller.

Bob and Kate don't either.

I'll give you inside of a day to leave.

And if you darken this door again,

I'll cut your fucking balls off.

[music playing]

[snoring]

[ominous music playing]

Easy now, cuz.

[inaudible] what'd I say about sleeping the goddamn shit

house?

I'm just a drunkard.

It's the devil in the spirit.

He's got to me.

Please!

[gunshots]

Why'd you do that?

He weren't doing you no harm.

[inaudible]

He shot at me.

You're a monster.

I knew it.

From the moment you stepped foot through that door,

ain't been nothing but blood and [inaudible]..

You're a goddamn accursed mad man.

I'm not a mad man!

The blood was just [inaudible].

Kate!

You stay away from me!

He took a shot at me.

I saw him.

Please, Bob, please, don't let him in.

He's a monster!

Liar.

Quiet!

Kate says you shot old Ezekiel.

She's a liar.

You ask Blondie.

She was looking out the window when it happened.

Hey, Blondie!

Miller, who you hollering at?

Blondie, a goddamn witchy blonde in room two?

She was looking out the window like always.

She must have seen.

She must--

This is what concerns me.

What?

There ain't no Blondie here.

What?

No, she's--

I never employed no whore named Blondie.

No, that's not possible.

You're wide awake and dreaming, son.

[ominous music playing]

[gunshot]

It's always the quiet ones, just something about them.

Still waters run deep, as it's said.

Still waters also draw skeeters and plagues, and such.

Mine needs a wash now and then, clears the bugs out.

Funny how the killing spirit overtakes a man, decent seaman

fellow--

polite enough for company, takes a dark turn of mind.

I should have known you was trouble when

Walter's head went kablooey.

I ain't blaming you necessarily.

But some folks possibly, through no fault of their own,

are just bad medicine.

Mr. Miller, I don't think you've met Deputy Donovan.

He's a specialist of sorts, a man

I call in when people think they're being smart

by being quiet.

I prefer it when they stay quiet.

It gives me a chance to experiment.

People take their fingers for granted.

You never realize, for example, how much

you miss your left pinky.

You think you and your pinky finger

will be together forever, until you're old and arthritic,

and finally, rotting in the grave, forever bound.

All it takes is one good swing.

And you're changed forever.

And that pinky finger, dead meat,

tasty morsel for the dogs.

And you're a maimed man, marked forever

as a walking symbol of loss.

A few more swings, twists, turns,

(laughing)

and you're changed even more--

a monster, cripple, a pile of meat.

So my question to you, Mr. Miller,

isn't if or why you shot that (laugh)... peckerwood.

My question is, do you think you can adapt?

For example, do you think you could

chew with every other tooth?

I did it.

Say what?

Well, I do believe that's a record time, deputy.

Say it loudly and clearly, son.

And Deputy Donovan could go home.

You can get some much needed rest.

I shot him.

He was sitting on the john.

And I blew a hole in his face.

Why?

Deputy--

Why?

He disrespected me.

I told him.

I told him time again, you can't sleep in the goddamn shit

house.

And Hagan's pissing in my ear about this, and this, and that,

and every other goddamn miserable thing.

It's unrelenting, just a gushing river of shit and misery!

And I can't--

I can't-- I can't look for no hope of love or Christian

charity.

I'm forsaken to a miserable dusty inferno of pits

pots and fat, fowl creatures that paw, and prod,

and gush their foulness all over.

They're pigs!

They're all God damn pigs.

And I've had enough.

You hear me?

A man's got a right.

A man's got a--

You're going to pay me for the whole night.

I don't need this mad man bellowing at me.

I'm not a mad man!

Shut your hole, Miller.

You'll take $1 pay, as per our agreement, deputy.

God damn it.

Thanks for nothing, shit-kicker.

He's a good man.

I doubt that very much, sir.

Yep.

Sheriff?

Sheriff?

[ominous music playing]

Sheriff?

[growling]

[screaming]

[ominous music playing]

Miller.

Mr. Hagan.

You put that pistol down on the ground

so we can speak as gentleman.

He had a gun.

I told you, see?

I just missed it before.

He had a gun, Kate.

I said, put that shooter on the ground.

I will fire upon you.

Where is Sheriff Hoyt?

I don't know.

Liar.

It's no lie.

He left me in an unlocked cell.

Did you kill him?

No, no, no, no, I didn't--

I'm no murderer!

I only shot Ezekiel because he took a shot at me first.

I tried to disarm him.

And he pulled the side iron.

And he fired at me first.

A man's got a right to defend himself.

She saw!

She saw!

And she lied.

She was jealous, jealous of the imagined tryst

I had with Miss Stella.

I'm beset by conspiracies and lies.

You simple son of a bitch.

I told you not to go molesting them whores--

nothing but trouble.

Many a better man have been laid low

by the same, the eternal bane and burden

of mankind, his weapon.

Where's Blondie?

There he goes.

You got a fever in your mind, sonny boy.

But it's not your fault. It's a different nature.

I'm no mad man.

You are.

I said no.

You are.

No!

Are you a churchgoing man, Solomon?

I told you already, no!

I told you many times more than you can read a clock,

don't go molesting my whores!

You want to survive in this world, boy?

God [inaudible] and lazy.

I hereby resign.

[gunshots]

No!

No!

[inaudible], Kate.

Stella?

I'm sorry.

[non-english speech]

You the preacher of The Word around these parts?

Come closer, Solomon.

I can't see you.

What's happening here?

What's wrong with these people?

Why am I seeing things that were there one moment

and gone the next?

Why did he leave me in an unlocked cell?

How did I get here?

Ask God.

He will answer.

I am sick of hearing that!

He won't answer!

He never has.

He never will.

You've been alone for a long time,

haven't you?

But God has always been with you,

like a patient follower,

loving you always.

Then why does He torment me?

Is it God that torments you,

or is it you,

yourself?

What does that mean?

Are you without sin, my son?

No, I've sinned.

I've sinned terribly.

God will forgive you.

[screams]

[ominous music]

Bastards, what do you want from me?

[gunshots]

Die, God damn you, die!

[maniacal laughter]

I have an awful thirst.

You know where I can find some water, or coffee, or hell, even

whiskey?

You see, my horse faltered, [inaudible] back.

And I had to put her down.

That was weeks ago, I think.

[music playing]

You got it, Mike.

He was dead before he hit the ground.

Just deserted, seems like.

Except for him.

Hello, there.

[ominous music playing]

[gunshot]

[speaking gibberish]

Don't try to talk till you're done puking.

Gather some timber.

[music playing]

It was cholera.

Cholera, you said?

I know the look, when it takes them.

Go on ahead, Mr. Jackson.

As far as we could tell, the fella Ike shot--

Who was shooting at us, screaming, die, goddamn you,

die, die, die.

I told him that already.

Look, it was self preservation, if there ever

was a case, Marshal.

We told him that already.

Now, you came upon this town.

There was a mad man, raving and firing at you.

You shot him in your own defense.

And then?

Bodies, sir, all propped up with ropes and boards, and painted--

Stuffed and mounted like goddamn animals.

He wasn't right in the head, Marshal.

Or even such as he was, must have hit him hard,

all that death.

And then to desecrate them so, it was indeed,

to me, a troubling image.

To me as well, sir.

So you say that among these bodies, with them

all, two prostitutes?

Well, we figured them for the sort,

being in a saloon and all.

Did he-- was there any evidence that this man you speak of,

this bad man, did he...

engage in any acts of lewdness

with the bodies of these women?

We don't know, sir.

We didn't take time to ruminate specifics, Marshal.

We set that town and everything in it ablaze.

I'm sad to say that we couldn't risk giving any of them

folks a proper Christian burial.

They burned where they lay.

You boys did the right thing.

Let me make a record of this, pass it on up to my superiors.

And we'll take it from there.

Here you go.

Thank you, sir.

[music playing]

[MUSIC - MAGGIE HABERMAN, "AM I BORN TO DIE?"]

And am I born to die,

to lay this body down?

And must my trembling spirit fly

into a world unknown?

Soon as from Earth I go,

what will become of me?

Eternal happiness or woe,

what shall my fortune be?

Will angel bands convey

their brother to the bar,

or devils drag my soul away,

to meet its sentence there?

How shall I leave my tomb,

with triumph or regret?

A fearful or a joyful doom,

a curse or blessing met?

And am I born to die,

to lay this body down?

And must my trembling spirit fly

into a world unknown,

into a world unknown?