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MAN: Hey! This is the Sisters Brothers.

The Commodore sent us. He knows you have Blount.

Hand him over and the rest of you will live.

(GUNFIRE)

(MEN SHOUT)

MAN: Oh, Jesus.

(MAN GROANS)

MAN: Goddamn!

- (DOOR RATTLES) - MAN: I can't see shit.

- Ready? - Yeah.

Okay.

MAN: Fuck. It's not him.

MAN 2: Kick it.

(GUNFIRE)

MAN 3: Holy shit!

(FOOTSTEPS OVERHEAD)

Blount? Blount?

BLOUNT: No! No!

(GASPING) Please!

(FIRES TWICE)

MAN 2: Charlie. Hey, did you get him?

CHARLIE: Yeah, he's dead.

- MAN 2: The barn. - CHARLIE: What?

MAN 2: The barn!

(HORSE WHINNIES)

(FIRE ROARS)

(BROTHERS COUGH)

(HORSES WHINNY)

- CHARLIE: What are you doing? - MAN 2: I'm not walking home.

CHARLIE: Eli! Eli!

Don't be fucking stupid! Let's go!

(HORSES WHINNY)

CHARLIE: Come on! They're just fucking horses! Eli!

Eli!

ELI: How many you think we killed?

CHARLIE: I don't know. Six, seven?

(ELI CHUCKLES)

What?

Well, we fucked that up real good.

- (HORSE WHINNIES) - (NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

ELI: What did the Commodore say?

Did you mention the horses?

Let's go get a drink.

CHARLIE: He said if there'd been a lead man,

we wouldn't have had problems at the Blount ranch.

He says for the next job, we need to have a lead man.

ELI: What's it mean about money?

It means more for me.

No. My money, I mean. Same as before?

Well, no. Less, obviously.

If the Commodore wants to pay for a lead man, that's fine.

But it's bad business to short the man underneath.

You're not asking what the job is?

No.

Are you pouting?

(BELL JINGLES)

CHARLIE: Hey. Fuck off, we're not done yet.

I'll tell you anyways.

We have to go south and find Morris.

- The Commodore's John Morris? - Mm-hmm.

Why do we have to find Morris?

He's after a prospector named Hermann Kermit Warm.

Great. He can find him and kill him, then.

End of story.

Morris is a scout, he's not a killer.

The mission is, Morris finds Warm, he holds him,

we come in and finish the job. That's the mission.

What about the horses?

What's your goddamn problem with the horses?

The Commodore told us he would get us new horses.

Isn't that what he did?

No. For you he got a new horse.

For me, he made room in his stable

and got rid of some horse meat.

(SCOFFS) Don't you think we should talk about this later?

No, I don't need the horse later.

I need it now, for the job.

The horse is fine. Stop being a baby.

Is it the words "go halves" you don't like?

The lead man is paying.

- CHARLIE: It's open. - MAN: Thanks.

MAN: Hyah! Hyah!

Hey, come cut the back of this for me.

(CHARLIE SIGHS)

- (CHARLIE SCOFFS) - Just cut it off.

(CHARLIE CHUCKLES)

You look funny.

ELI: What did this Hermann Warm do?

CHARLIE: He stole something from the Commodore.

ELI: Don't you find it strange,

all these men foolish enough to steal

from such a dangerous man?

How do they even steal anything at all?

We know how cautious the Commodore is.

Caution has nothing to do with it.

He does business in every corner of the country,

even overseas.

The man can't be everywhere at once.

It stands to reason he'd be victimized.

Victimized?

Yes, victimized.

The Commodore is victimized?

Well, what would you call it?

If a man is forced to protect his fortune

with the likes of us, what would you call it?

Not victimized.

You're not gonna start nitpicking

over every word, are you?

What's your problem? Are you upset?

You're upset because I'm the lead man? Is that it?

If that's it, say so, but stop splitting hairs.

I'm not splitting hairs.

You're using a strange word, and I'm making you take notice.

(GROANS)

(SNIFFS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

CHARLIE: Tell me something.

Could it be your Miss Emilia Partridge?

ELI: What are you talking about?

Could it be the schoolteacher

that gave you that silly red scarf?

The one you keep folding and unfolding in secret.

It's called a shawl.

Am I not entitled to any privacy?

- You made plans with her? - Plans?

Start a family, have children, marry her, something like that.

I don't know.

Why are you so interested all of a sudden?

I was just wondering about family.

You remember how Pa was with Ma?

Yes, Charlie, I remember.

Makes you think.

You're not scared to reproduce yourself?

You do realize that our father was stark-raving mad

and we got his foul blood in our veins?

Our father drank, Charlie.

Touché.

That was his gift to us.

That blood.

That's why we're good at what we do.

MAN: The wheel of the wagon!

Get that wheel down.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(MAN WHISTLES)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

MAN: Pull!

(HORSE WHINNIES)

- MAN 2: Come on, heave! - MEN: Ho!

- MAN 2: Heave! - MEN: Ho!

MAN: Come on, pull!

- (MEN GROAN) - MAN 2: Harder!

- MAN 2: Pull! - MAN 3: Pull!

MAN: Forty cents, half a day.

WOMAN: Want some water?

MORRIS (NARRATING): May 15th. Myrtle Creek, Oregon.

Want a little bit more of that...?

The gold rush has made the detective's job much easier.

When you look for a woman, a man,

a horse or a dog, just follow the gold.

(CHICKEN SQUAWKS)

And soon enough, you'll find whom or what you're after.

(CHICKEN SQUAWKS)

Hermann Kermit Warm.

Eats messily...

five foot six, lean, dark skin, no friends,

no baggage, no money.

(MAN SINGS SOFTLY)

Sheamus, do you have any cigarettes?

No, I don't got any more.

CHARLIE: Sisters. S-I-S-T-E-R-S, like "sisters."

No, uh, nothing. I would have remembered.

Well, let's hope no news is good news.

What's the next town on the trail?

Myrtle Creek.

- CHARLIE: How far? - Two days.

STOREKEEPER: Does that interest you, sir?

What is it?

It's a toothbrush, sir.

To keep your teeth longer and your breath fresher,

and you use it with this powder.

Thank you.

CHARLIE: Hey. What kind of boots do you have?

STOREKEEPER: I'll be right with you, sir.

What size do you take, sir?

(EXHALES)

(SNIFFS)

Hmm.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(MEN SING IN THE DISTANCE)

(SINGING CONTINUES)

(DOG BARKS)

It's good. Is it vegetables?

Borscht.

- I taste dill. - Borscht.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (SINGING CONTINUES)

(GUNSHOT IN DISTANCE)

MAN: Get out!

- MAN: Stop! - (GUNSHOT)

- MAN: Get outta here! - CHARLIE: Five, six...

CHARLIE: Seven, eight, nine...

Oh, where did you go? Where did you go?

- (DOGS BARK) - Go home, you fools.

- CHARLIE: Fucking cowards! - (GUNSHOT)

- Oh come on! - (DOGS BARK)

No one wants to measure themselves up

against Charlie Sisters?

No one, really?

(MUTTERING)

(CHARLIE GROANS)

(GROANS)

- Stand up. Come on. - Wait.

(CHARLIE VOMITS)

I'm okay.

Don't judge me, please.

Some days we're stronger than others.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN: More planks!

MORRIS (NARRATING): May 17th, Wolf Creek.

I travel through places that didn't exist three months ago.

First there are tents, then houses.

Then two months later, shops with women

fiercely discussing the price of flour.

I found this line by Thoreau.

"This town too lies out..."

Have we seen each other before?

We know each other.

No, I don't think so.

You were in Myrtle Creek two days ago.

Yes, I was, like many other folk.

Oh. Are you heading to San Francisco?

No, just to Jacksonville.

To work?

- Yes. - Oh.

MAN: Remember when that bull charged in the theater?

You?

San Francisco?

Gold?

Yes, like many other folk.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

May I tell you something, sir?

Of course.

Typically, when a man wishes another man good day,

he smiles while facing the other person;

but once he passes by,

the smile drops from his face. Not you.

Your smile remains on your lips after you've turned away.

Well, I... hadn't noticed. It's common courtesy.

Not only that. Not everybody does it.

You... take a genuine pleasure in communing with others.

Am I mistaken?

I honestly do not know.

Would you like to join me for lunch?

I would love to, but I'm hard up at the moment.

As my guest, of course.

What takes you to Jacksonville?

Business to settle. I'm meeting two associates there.

How are you making your way down south?

Uh, I have a seat in a covered wagon.

How long till you get to Frisco?

The question is not how long before I get there,

the question is what state will I be in when I do, if I do?

To be honest with you...

...my faith in my hosts is very limited.

They've rifled through my belongings several times.

Whenever I take out my money, their eyes are like daggers.

Mr. Warm! You ought to not endanger yourself in that way.

You have to be more careful than that.

What other choice do I have?

DEALER: Fifty, horseshoes included.

MORRIS: Thirty-five.

No, 35 is for a mule.

Forty, with saddle bag and shoes.

DEALER: Listen, you want to buy a horse,

you pay the price for a horse.

You're never gonna sell this horse.

Not at 50, not at 40. She has a bad hip.

Anyone would see that with an eye. Forty.

- Forty. - What...?

MORRIS (NARRATING): Gentlemen, I have found him.

I have managed to make his acquaintance

and have arranged to travel with him.

If all goes well,

we should be in Jacksonville in seven days.

I will try to hold him until your arrival

and find a secluded place to hand him over.

"Make haste. John Morris."

Well, chalk one up for Morris.

Even if I don't like the "make haste."

Who does that asshole think he is?

When did they pass through?

Four days ago.

Is there a faster way to Jacksonville, off trail?

Well, it's rougher to go up the mountains,

but you'll save a couple of days.

CHARLIE: The rain muddied it all up. I can't see a thing.

ELI: We must be able to pick up the trail somewhere.

(CHARLIE WHIMPERS)

(SIGHS)

Charlie.

- Charlie... - Peek-a-boo!

(LAUGHS)

Damn fool.

I thought you were gonna kiss me.

(KISSES)

- Fuck you. - (CHARLIE LAUGHS)

(CHARLIE SNORTS WITH LAUGHTER)

(OWL HOOTS)

(BOTH LAUGH)

(SOFT SNORING)

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (HARMONICA PLAYING)

Ah! Let me relieve you of this.

I've only just noticed that's the only bag you have.

I guess you're gonna have to buy gear

when you get to San Francisco.

I don't need equipment.

(CHUCKLES)

You're going to look for gold in a river

without a shovel, a pail, a cradle?

This is the great challenge that all prospectors face.

How do I get at what's just beneath my feet?

There's only two solutions, of course:

hard labor and good luck.

I've been working on a third solution

for many years.

One that is simpler, faster, more certain.

And I think today, I found it.

You don't believe me.

No offense, Warm. Frankly, I'm having a hard time.

You know it's funny, people usually don't believe me.

And then when they do, they want to kill me.

What is this idea?

Well, I told you I'm a chemist.

It's the idea of a chemist, it's a formula.

Abracadabra?

No.

A divining substance.

A divining substance you... you mix in the river water?

This formula, this diviner,

call it what you may...

...as a man of science, have you ever tested it?

Eli, wake up.

- ELI: I don't feel good. - What?

- I don't feel good. - You don't feel good?

Oh, shit. What happened to your face?

I don't know.

It's all swollen, and your neck...

You look like one of those dogs.

What is it? The... the mastiff.

Fuck you! I'm sick.

All right, sit up.

- Let me look at you. - (COUGHS) Ow!

Oh, God. Got blood sloshing around in there.

Can you sit in your saddle?

I don't know.

I'm freezing.

(SHIVERS)

(ELI GROANS)

(THUNDER CRASHES)

(ELI GROANS)

I'm tired, Charlie.

- CHARLIE: I know. - I'm really tired.

Sleep.

I'm here.

- (ELI SIGHS) - (THUNDER CRASHES)

MAN: There you are, my sweeties.

ELI: Pa!

FATHER: I've looked all over for you.

ELI: Pa?

FATHER: Come closer.

Let me take you in my arms.

(ELI GROANS)

ELI: No. No!

- (CREATURE ROARS) - (HORSE WHINNIES)

(ELI WHIMPERS)

- (ELI GROANS) - (CREATURE GROWLS)

(CREATURE SNARLS)

(ELI GROANS)

(BIRDS TWITTERING, FLY BUZZING)

(WOOD CREAKS)

(ELI RETCHES)

CHARLIE: You okay?

(ELI GROANS)

What... What happened?

Well, this gentleman wandered into camp last night.

He got your horse real good. He went right for him.

Fuck. The horses?

(HORSE GRUNTS)

It's the horses that woke me up.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

What a fucking night.

I had a dream about Pa last night.

Well, that's perfect.

I'm sick of this place. It reeks of death.

Everything is fucking soaked. Let's go.

Why you taking off your clothes? Let's go.

(GASPS) I'm hot. I'm too hot.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER) - (BROOM SWEEPING)

(DOG BARKS)

Third house, on the right.

- MORRIS: Thank you. - Thank you.

(WINGS FLUTTER)

(DOVES COOING)

(DOOR SLAMS)

Shit.

Oh. (GASPS)

Are you looking for this?

Get back.

Get back!

(DOOR SLAMS)

What's the matter?

Are you not going to say,

"Listen, Hermann, I can explain"?

Huh?

- (HANDCUFFS CLATTER) - Pick that up.

Face that way.

Put it on your left hand.

Let me see your hand.

Good, now the other one.

(MORRIS PANTS)

(WARM GROANS)

(WARM MUMBLES THROUGH GAG)

MORRIS: If I take it off, will you keep quiet?

(WARM GROANS)

(SNIFFS)

(SIGHS)

Are we waiting for your friends?

(PEN SCRATCHES ON PAPER)

WARM: How could you be so two-faced?

What taught you such duplicity?

Is it greed? I hadn't noticed that in you, I really hadn't.

You keep quiet or I'll put it back in.

You think they'll kill me?

They won't kill me.

Not right away.

What do you think your Commodore wants?

He's the one who tried to rob me in Oregon City.

He's after my formula.

- My invention. - So what?

So your friends, your friends

are on their way here to torture me.

To torture me, did you know that?

They'll cut off my fingers, they'll burn my feet...

gouge out my eyes.

(RAIN PATTERING)

They'll torture me till I talk.

Morris, can I ask you something?

Are you gonna watch?

Are you gonna write it down in your book of adventures?

Warm...

I'm...

It's this world.

It's an abomination.

(LAUGHS)

It's an abomination.

MORRIS: He stopped talking, didn't say another word.

He watched the sun rise through the window.

(SIGHS)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(SNIFFS)

(MORRIS GASPS)

Let's go. (GROANS)

You don't think you're making a mistake?

I don't know.

Probably.

♪

(HORSE PANTING)

(CHARLIE RAPS TABLE)

ELI: How do we go about this with Warm?

CHARLIE: Like we usually do.

ELI: Well, usually there's no Morris.

Morris hands over Warm.

We go someplace quiet and finish the job.

You done?

- ELI: Yes. - Okay.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOG BARKS)

You go round back.

(BARKING CONTINUES)

WOMAN: You're a good boy.

MAN: You heard me!

(MEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

CHARLIE: Whoa!

Christ, Charlie, I almost shot!

- CHARLIE: They're not here. - Where are they?

They left, four days ago.

Morris left a note. Shit!

"Dear gentlemen, I'm sorry to inform you

"that Hermann Kermit Warm has made a precipitate departure.

"He must have hopped a wagon train and left town.

"I am going after him as of today. Good luck.

Sincerely, John Morris."

"Hermann Kermit Warm has made a precipitate departure."

Who the fuck is he kidding?

Who's this pretentious fucking asshole kidding?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(POURS DRINK)

(SIGHS)

Well, we tried. So what now?

We keep on.

We said between Jacksonville and Mayfield,

and we're only in Jacksonville.

God damn it, the job isn't Jacksonville or Mayfield,

the job is to kill Warm.

Why don't you say it louder? I don't think he heard you.

Wherever the fuck Warm is, Mayfield or wherever,

we go there and get it over with.

When will we be back home?

Once we're done with the job, Eli.

I get the idea they're farther and farther ahead of us.

How long were we in that forest?

Well, your spells and illnesses

didn't save us any time, that's for sure.

What does that mean?

This is my fault?

Yeah, a little. Isn't it?

You want to talk about your constant drunkenness?

- Huh? That cost us any time? - (COINS RATTLE)

Days when you can't even sit up in the saddle straight?

The other morning when you puked on yourself?

My spells.

My ass.

WARM: What we need to do

is to put an end to all this barbarity.

Put an end to all this violence,

find a solution for it.

By inventing a new society.

A society where the relationships

among men is governed by respect

and the absence of profit.

Thus a society without greed. Do you agree?

What does this have to do with your formula?

You're looking for gold too, like everyone else.

But, but... for me, the gold is just a stepping stone.

John, I'm serious. To found a new society.

One... one that will consecrate itself

not to profit or gold, but its spiritual development,

its own subsistence, nothing more,

the education of its children.

And where do you intend to create this society?

Dallas.

Northern Texas.

There are already many people waiting there.

More are on the way from Europe.

Well, I can see I've lost you. (CHUCKLES) John?

John?

One evening, you told me about your father,

that you left him because there was no place for you.

As for me, all I can say is that I...

I left my family out of hatred

and that my father was the person

I despised most in this world.

I despised everything about him.

I sincerely thought I had been freed

of all that until tonight.

Listening to you, what do I realize?

That most of the things that I thought I'd been doing

these past years, freely...

...the opinions that I thought I had of my own volition...

...were in fact dictated by my hatred towards that man.

I'm 35 years old and my...

...life is like an empty cylinder.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

MORRIS: My dear solicitor, my dear friend,

after much thought, I've changed my mind

about the measures concerning my finances

related to you in my last letter.

I accept my father's inheritance

and ask you to wire 3,000 dollars

to the Project Bank in San Francisco.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Finally, I will not be

in Washington until next year.

I send you my friendship and I shake your hand.

Yours, John Morris.

It's us. W&M, Warm and Morris.

Our company's insignia. What do you think?

(HORSE WHINNIES)

I like it.

MAN: Hey! Come on over here!

I'm glad to hear that.

I like it.

(BOTH LAUGH)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

You think this man came here because it was called Mayfield,

or they started calling it that once he got here?

Maybe it all belongs to him.

Well, they sure like that name.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DOOR SLAMS)

Hello, we're looking for a man named Warm.

Short, dark skinned.

We think he passed through here a few days ago.

I can't help you, mister.

No? What about a tall man, brown hair, around 40?

BARTENDER: I don't know, mister. I don't get mixed up in it.

CHARLIE (MOCKING): You don't get mixed up in it, do ya?

Give us some whiskey.

Normal or Mayfield'

Normal. Bottle, two glasses.

You're looking for someone?

Because usually I'm the one people ask for news in this town.

(CHUCKLES) Who are you?

Mayfield.

Ah. The great man himself.

My brother and I are looking for someone named Hermann Warm.

Short, dark skinned.

Probably passed through what, five, six days ago?

Warm? No, I don't recall.

This man a friend of yours?

He ran out on a debt to our employer,

the Commodore, in Oregon City.

We're the Sisters Brothers.

Good to meet you men. You planning on staying long?

Hmm, well, that depends.

We'll be leaving first thing.

- That depends. - (WOMEN LAUGHING)

Why do you keep telling everyone your life story?

The Commodore, the Sisters Brothers.

Did you not see how honored that woman was to put us up?

And besides, I like to know if our reputation has preceded us.

Unlike you, brother, I'm proud of what I do.

- (ELI SNORTS) - (SNORTS) What does that mean?

It means things will be as usual:

you'll get drunk as a fish tonight

and be sick as a dog tomorrow.

You're forgetting something.

I'm gonna fuck like a rabbit.

ELI: Another day up our ass.

CHARLIE: Don't pay attention to him.

He's crabby and he's old.

- (DULCIMER PLAYS) - (INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(WOMAN LAUGHS)

- Thank you. - He can pour his own liquor.

- CHARLIE: Hey! - Pardon me?

- He can pour his own liquor. - MAYFIELD: Sure thing.

CHARLIE: Hey! Look who's awake! Look at that.

Big night with the big boy. Where are you going?

Hey, have you noticed how many raccoons

there are in this town, like, dead raccoons?

It's a shitty town to be a raccoon in.

How much just to talk?

ELI: We can act like you're giving me this shawl

and you consider it a valuable object.

Understand?

With a kind word.

- Here. - ELI: No. With a kind...

- (ELI SIGHS) - What?

- I don't know what... - ELI: Simple words.

"I thought it might get cold." I'm leaving

- and you're giving me this. - I...

ELI: "I thought it might get cold."

- I thought it might get cold. - No, you have to...

"This shawl..." Take it.

- "This shawl..." - This shawl...

(ELI SIGHS)

"..is a little piece of me that's traveling with you."

This shawl is a little piece of me...

You have to... with your eyes. You have to look at it.

Like it means something.

This shawl is like

a little part of me is traveling with you.

I put a drop of my perfume on it.

Good.

(SOFTLY) "Can I steal a kiss from you?"

- Yes. - ELI: No, you say that.

Can I steal a kiss from you?

ELI: Yes.

Yes.

(WOMAN WHIMPERS)

ELI: You're not well?

- Did I hurt you? - No. No, not at all. I...

You're just very kind...

...and gentle, and I'm not used to it.

Please let me go.

- Let me go. - But I'll pay you.

I need to go, please.

(DOOR OPENS)

- (MUSIC PLAYING) - (MEN WHOOPING)

Be careful.

About what?

Mayfield.

- (DOOR CLOSES) - (MEN WHOOPING)

(FEET STOMPING)

(NO AUDIBLE DIALOGUE)

(MAN PANTS HEAVILY)

- ELI: Charlie? - (WOMAN LAUGHS)

- (MAN GROANS) - Charlie?

- Charlie? Charlie? - (WOMAN MOANS)

- (DOOR SLAMS) - There you are.

- You have to go. - Okay, okay, okay.

Charlie.

Charlie, wake up.

Charlie, you have to wake up.

They're coming. You get up.

- You get up! - I don't want to.

ELI: You get up. Mom says get up.

- Get up! - Okay.

ELI: Put your boots on.

Come on.

Hey, Charlie, Charlie.

Can you shoot? Can you shoot?

I'm not at my best.

ELI: Don't you puke on me.

(HORSE GROANS)

TRAPPER: Getting ready to leave Mayfield?

- All right. - (HORSE WHINNIES)

Let's just calm down.

We have money.

Just tell us what Mayfield is paying you.

I don't think you're going to live long enough

to find that out. Boys?

It's funny that there's so many few words

to describe things here in Mayfield.

ELI: Charlie?

Mayfield's whiskey and Mayfield's hotel.

- Mayfield's fucking Mayfield. - Charlie?

- Mayfield bullshit. - Please let me handle this.

Mayfield's raccoon...

- Look... - Mayfield's horses.

My brother's drunk.

Why don't you just tell us how much you want?

No, Eli...

It's not about the money.

It's about reputation.

Being the guys that killed the Sisters Brothers.

TRAPPER: You shut up now.

Prestige.

(CHARLIE RETCHES)

(COUGHS)

(HORSE WHINNIES)

(GROANS)

(GASPS)

MAYFIELD: Oh, my God!

Warm said he needed an investor for some prospecting scheme.

I couldn't make heads or tails of his story.

I thought he was a clown, but when I saw Morris...

...I reckoned if the Commodore's interested,

it might be worthwhile.

Did Morris leave a letter for us?

MAYFIELD: No. He was just traveling with Warm.

- CHARLIE: Really? - MAYFIELD: Hm-hmm.

CHARLIE: And why did you want to kill us?

(MUSIC BOX PLAYS)

(WHIMPERS)

I'll repeat and then I'll strike.

When I realized Warm had something of value,

I sent some guys after them to bring him back.

So now there's more men on Warm's tail?

- MAYFIELD: Yeah. - (MUSIC STOPS)

Well, all right, Mayfield,

you're not gonna like what comes next,

but it's the price to pay for messing with our business.

Open your safe.

No, never.

- CHARLIE: Oh, shit. - (COINS CLATTER)

(CROWD MURMURS)

CHARLIE: I think you should say something to them.

Uh...

After a series of dramatic events...

...that she had only herself to blame for,

um...

Mayfield is dead.

No, no, no, not like that.

You don't have anything more positive to say?

My brother and I have some good news for you people.

You can change the name of your fucking town. Ya!

(CROWD CLAMORING)

(MUSIC STARTS IN SALOON)

ELI: Anyway, we know one thing now.

We know Morris has joined the enemy.

CHARLIE: I never liked that gentleman,

but I must say this is the icing on the cake.

Still something I don't understand.

What does this Warm have that's so interesting?

The Commodore sends men after him,

Mayfield sends men after him,

and now Morris falls in with him. What does he have?

He has a formula.

It's a chemical product.

Supposedly, you pour it in the river,

it lights up all the gold,

and you just bend down to pick it up.

You don't believe that stuff, Charlie, come on.

We've seen our fair share of hucksters with miracle products.

Yeah, but the Commodore believed in this one. Yeah.

Why didn't you tell me about this before?

I had orders not to.

Anything else you're hiding from me?

Well... The Commodore's orders are clear cut.

Before we kill Warm, we are to extract from him,

by whatever violent means necessary,

the recipe for his formula.

- In other words, torture him? - More or less.

Huh.

(CHUCKLES)

Hyah!

ELI: How far ahead do you think Mayfield's guys got?

CHARLIE: Well, if they're as stupid

as the last guys we killed, I'd say we're about even.

CHARLIE: I like it here. There's a fortuitous energy.

ELI: What the hell is a "fortuitous energy"?

- CHARLIE: You feel it, dummy. - (ELI CHUCKLES)

You know what, brother?

I don't think you and I have ever gone so far.

You mean between us, in our conversation?

What are you talking about?

I meant in a straight line.

You and I have never gone so far in a straight line.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Goddamn, this place is Babylon!

ELI: You know, when we find Warm,

it won't be worth looking for a quiet spot.

There isn't one in this whole place.

CHARLIE: More importantly, nobody will care.

We can kill anyone we want here.

Fuck! Everyone's mind is focused on something else.

What is in there?

Hmm, hotel?

Let's stay there.

- Looks kind of expensive, no? - Exactly.

That is the water closet in there.

And that is the bathroom, with hot water.

And here is your room.

(BROTHERS CHUCKLE)

(TOILET FLUSHES)

Charlie, Charlie! Come and see this!

Come here, look at this.

A bit of comfort in uncertain times.

You know, I was thinking.

We could just go back to Oregon City

and say we couldn't find them.

And tell what to the Commodore?

The truth. Morris ran off with Warm, destination unknown.

We can't be expect to find them

without a single clue to guide us.

And we don't even know if Mayfield's men

already found him.

Okay, what are you getting at, brother?

Between what we made in Mayfield,

what we have at home and the rest,

we have enough to ditch the Commodore for good.

Why would we do that?

(SIGHS) You've never thought about stopping?

- And do what? - I don't know.

We could open a store together.

- What store? - (ELI SIGHS)

Look, we've had a good long run, we're still alive,

we've a bit of our youth left. It's a chance to get out.

A store? A way out? What is this fucking nonsense?

Well...

...we've established that you want to quit, so quit.

Meaning what?

If I stop, you'll continue?

Of course I continue.

I just need a new partner.

Rex has asked for work in the past.

Rex?

Rex is a talking dog.

He's obedient like a dog.

I could ask Sanchez.

(SCOFFS) Sanchez?

You would really trust Sanchez

and that idiot Rex to protect you?

Because you protect me?

Is that what you have to tell yourself

to stay "nice guy Eli"?

But we are the Sisters Brothers.

The Sisters Brothers, you and me.

Huh! You made your decision.

And it's fine by me.

It'll be welcome news to the Commodore also.

(CHARLIE SIGHS)

Alright, so...

...we finish this last job and then part ways.

Why do you have to say it like that? "We'll part ways"?

How would you like me to say it?

If I stay with the Commodore and you open your store...

You're saying we won't see each other any more?

Of course we'll see each other, any time I come to town.

If I need a shirt or some under things.

Why do you have to speak to me so rudely?

To choose those words?

To keep the level of the conversation so low?

Is it 'cause you're drunk?

- (PEOPLE GASP) - (ROOM FALLS SILENT)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR SLAMS)

(SIGHS)

(DOG BARKS)

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Here, I'll get it.

Hey, brother. What are you doing here?

Hey, I've got some great fucking news.

I know where they are. What do you say to that?

- Did you hear me? - Yes.

And you don't even care? What's wrong with you?

ELI: You remember what happened last night?

Yes. And?

- You remember that you hit me? - I hit you?

I hit you?

Stop pretending and spare me the "I don't remember" routine.

You hit me in public, Charlie,

so as sure as you're looking at me right now, I'm leaving.

No, wait. Wait, wait, wait.

All right, what do you want?

This is about slapping each other in public?

So I slap you, you slap me back, we're even?

So go ahead, hit me. Hit me.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Jesus fucking Christ!

What is your goddamn problem?

I slapped you, I didn't whack you in the head

- with a fucking shovel! - See? You do remember.

CHARLIE: I think I lost my hearing.

This morning I woke up in a whorehouse

and I figured I might as well stop by the claims office.

So I went down and I asked if there was

a certain Hermann Kermit Warm who'd recently staked a claim.

Nothing.

I was about to give up, when boom, it hit me.

I asked if there was anything in the name of John Morris.

And there it is: American River, Folsom Lake.

Bingo. Now we know where they're heading.

I'd like to see how they go about it.

Oh, another idea for a career change?

First selling shirts, now prospecting?

I'm gonna go on ahead, you do as you please.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Come on, Tub. Tub.

(HORSE PANTS)

- Hey, come here. - (FLIES BUZZING)

CHARLIE: Hey. Folsom Lake?

Folsom Lake!

MAN: That-a-way.

How far?

MAN: About a day.

CHARLIE: We'll get them tomorrow.

Come on, Tub.

(MEN SING IN DISTANCE)

(HORSE SNORTS)

ELI: Come on, Tub. Eat some grass.

(HORSE SNORTS)

Oh, Tub, I'm sorry, my friend.

(SIGHS)

(MOANS)

WARM: You think it's them?

MORRIS: Yes. They got here faster than I thought.

(ELI GROANS)

(BROTHERS GASP)

- WARM: What now? - MORRIS: We kill them.

- WARM: No, not that. - MORRIS: Not what?

WARM: This is no way to kill people.

MORRIS: We have to. Kill them, bury them, no one finds them.

By the time it dawns on the Commodore, we'll be far gone.

ELI: We don't work for the Commodore anymore.

WARM: Then what are you doing here?

We... We don't work for the Commodore anymore.

(GROANS)

And it just came out?

Yeah.

You said, "We don't work for the Commodore any more."

Yeah.

You're a genius, Eli. A goddamn genius.

How did that even pop into your head, just out of the blue?

Hey, Morris.

Morris. What are you gonna do with us?

Ask us to run and shoot us like rabbits?

Dump us in the forest? (CHUCKLES)

What are we going to do about them?

We leave them here.

They'll end up killing each other or getting eaten alive.

I couldn't care less.

We take the horses and the mules,

we extract what we can from the river one last time,

and then we leave here without ever coming back.

All right. Um, and leave all our gear behind?

We travel light, ride up to Sacramento, buy more gear

and ride up the river from there.

MAN: Anyone there?

I said, anyone there? Can you hear me?

MORRIS: Yes, what do you want?

MAN 2: We're working the river downstream.

We're running out of supplies. You've got any for sale?

MAN: We'll pay you San Francisco prices.

They don't look like prospectors.

They're not prospectors.

MAN: I didn't hear your answer.

MORRIS: 'Cause I didn't give one.

Don't take a step closer.

Hermann, we have to fight. Is your gun loaded?

Yes, I think so.

Well, take it out, God damn it.

MORRIS: I told you not to move and I won't tell you again.

We have nothing to sell.

Go back to where you came from!

- MAN: Go to hell! - (GUNFIRE)

CHARLIE: Hey, Morris. Hey. Hey, don't leave us here.

Morris!

- (GUNFIRE CONTINUES) - WARM: John, look out.

- Hermann! Hermann! - WARM: I'm all right.

I'm all right.

ELI: Let us help you. Let us help you!

CHARLIE: Give us the keys, you fucking idiots.

You don't stand a fucking chance, come on.

John, we're badly outnumbered.

CHARLIE: Are you waiting for us all to get killed?

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

- MAN: Over there! - (GUNFIRE)

- (ELI GROANS) - (CHAINS RATTLE)

- MAN: Damn you! - (GUNFIRE)

- ELI: Fuck. - (MORRIS FIRES)

(GUNFIRE)

Oh, man!

You think it's Mayfield's raccoons?

Sure looks like 'em.

- (GUNSHOT) - Hey, guys!

Before things sour, we've got some news for you.

Mayfield is dead.

- (GUNSHOT) - Fuck!

You'll never get paid. Do you really think this is worth it?

(ELI LAUGHS)

As long as you can see us, you shoot at them like crazy.

We make it to the other side

and you can't see us anymore, stop shooting.

- Get it? - WARM: Yep.

- Ready? - Yeah.

Go.

(MAN WHISTLES)

- (GUNSHOT) - MAN: Son of a bitch!

(GUNFIRE)

- (GUNFIRE STOPS) - (WATER SPLASHING)

(GUNSHOT)

MAN: Our Father, who art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name...

CHARLIE: What are you talking about?

(GUNSHOT)

- ELI (SOFTLY): Charlie? - CHARLIE: Huh?

- ELI: Charlie? - CHARLIE: Yeah.

WARM: If Morris agrees to it, here is what I suggest.

You two keep half of what you pull from the river,

with the remaining half going to the company.

The company being you and Morris?

Uh, yes. Well, no, no, not quite.

The company is our phalanstery project.

Phalan-what?

Phalanstery.

WARM: It's a community we're founding, in Texas.

An ideal living space, ruled by the laws

of true democracy and sharing.

(CHARLIE SCOFFS)

CHARLIE: Whatever you say.

- Does something bother you? - Oh... That's your business.

Then we're agreed, half of what you extract?

(CLEARS THROAT) Fine with me.

I'm with him.

Excellent. John?

Don't ask my opinion, Hermann.

You know I don't agree with what's going on here.

I'm still in, of course, but I remain on my guard.

Why won't you look at me when you say that?

Look at me, you son of a bitch.

WARM: Gentlemen.

I am looking at you, Charlie Sisters.

Do you want me to tell you what I see?

WARM: That's quite enough, please. Please?

I'm going to sleep.

WARM: Do your legs still hurt?

MORRIS: I'm all right. Good night, Hermann.

WARM: Good night.

He's gonna have to change.

He doesn't trust you, and you can't blame him.

He will change. We'll all change.

We don't have any other choice.

It's the formula.

It's, uh... very caustic in its purest form.

I thought diluting it would make it harmless. I was wrong.

Next time we'll have to grease up our skins beforehand.

So you... you prospected already?

Two days ago.

Did it work?

Better than I had ever imagined.

ELI: Come on, Tub! Come on!

(CHOPPING)

(LAUGHTER)

ELI: If you look at the back of a horse long enough,

you get caught.

(LAUGHTER)

What are you doing?

- (LAUGHTER CONTINUES) - CHARLIE: What?

MORRIS: We can't sleep.

What's the point of me standing guard

if you all don't go to sleep?

WARM: Charlie, come down and join us. It'll do you good.

ELI: Come on. Come on, there's no point.

We're not going to sleep.

Do you really believe

in that old two-bit ideal society nonsense?

What do you want me to say?

I don't know...

but I'd say a guy with a little bit of smarts

has to realize that it sounds like solid-gold bullshit.

Why do you think I'm here?

Like us. For the gold.

Well, sure, for the gold.

What will you do with it?

Spend it, obviously.

You really think you'll have time to?

With all the corpses you've left behind,

the Commodore, your famous drunkenness?

Your pockets are full to boot.

Something tells me you won't be living to a ripe old age.

And would your ideal society make a difference?

Well, I can't say for you. But for me, yes.

Or it's a scam.

A trap for suckers.

Is that it?

(CHUCKLES)

Let me tell you something, John Morris.

You are one goddamn arrogant asshole.

MORRIS: Let me tell you something, Charlie Sisters.

I don't care what you think. That is to say if you think.

(HORSE SNORTS)

Shit.

Tub!

Tub?

Tub?

(FLIES BUZZ)

Tub?

WARM: Eli.

What are you doing down here?

Nothing much.

I'm headed up to the dam.

Going to see if the water's settled.

WARM: You see that?

Yeah. I get the impression Charlie's changing.

WARM: Hmm.

Oh, you mean he's not going to try and kill us anymore?

It's a little strange,

me talking to you about this, isn't it?

It's better, facing up to things.

You know, I once asked John Morris

how he ended up working for the Commodore.

And he said something along the lines of,

he wanted to break free from his family,

wanted to seek a sense of adventure.

And I thought, those reasons are honest enough.

How about you? How did you end up here?

Eh...

Does my question upset you?

No. No, it's just a long story.

Charlie was always violent.

And when he got in a fight, it usually ended badly.

And when you kill a man,

you end up with his father or his brother

or his friends on your tail,

and you have to start all over again.

One thing leads to another... and I had to help him.

He's my brother.

- WARM: You all right? - (GROANS)

Sit down.

I... I don't know. I don't know.

It's, uh... probably the heat.

Sit here for a moment. It'll pass.

I'm sorry.

I lost my horse.

He died, I mean.

Tub's dead.

He was a middling horse, but...

Just didn't expect it to affect me like this.

(SOFTLY) When we were kids...

...Charlie killed our father.

And I'm the older one. It should have been me.

Do you regret that?

Yes.

'Cause after that, Charlie was never the same.

It was a very pleasant day, wasn't it?

ELI: Hmm.

You get on well with Warm?

ELI: And you with Morris?

(HORSE WHINNIES)

What did you talk about?

Um...

About us, about the Commodore.

(CLIPPING)

About Pa.

He's an easy man to talk to.

You know...

I've been thinking about something.

What do you think the Commodore is gonna do

when he realizes we're not coming back?

He'll send men after us.

We'll have to get rid of 'em.

And the ones after that,

and all the ones he sends on our trail.

And to think you wanted to stop.

We've got a season of blood ahead of us.

Then, sooner or later, to put an end to it...

...we'll have to kill the Commodore.

And after that?

You're gonna take his place?

Charlie?

Are you gonna take the Commodore's place?

How long have you been thinking about it?

(COUGHS)

(MEN COUGH)

(COUGHS)

Once you've emptied the solution...

Morris and I will agitate the water

to increase the field of illumination.

Now once the formula starts to activate,

grab your buckets and get to work.

Not a moment to lose. Ready, John?

- Ready. - Ready.

(COUGHING)

And stop.

What's going on, Warm?

Just wait.

There, there!

Look!

- Yes! - (LAUGHTER)

WARM: Gentlemen, remember.

If you start to feel the burn, take a moment and wash off.

(GASPS)

(GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

CHARLIE: Careful, careful.

ELI: Charlie, come wash off.

- Come on. - Wait.

WARM: Here.

It's going away. It's going away.

- WARM: What was that? - MORRIS: What?

- CHARLIE: It's going away. - MORRIS: It's going away.

(CHARLIE GASPS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

ELI: What are you doing? Charlie, what are you doing?

CHARLIE: We have to throw it all in!

MORRIS: No, Charlie. Charlie!

- ELI: Put that down! - (CHARLIE GROANS)

- WARM: John! - Charlie, you damn fool!

- WARM: John! - (CHARLIE SCREAMS)

- ELI: Hermann, no! - John!

- ELI: Charlie! - (CHARLIE SCREAMS)

WARM: John! John! Close your eyes.

ELI: Come on, we're gonna wash it off!

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

- ELI: Charlie! - (MORRIS SCREAMS)

(BIRDS TWITTERING)

(BREATHING SOFTLY)

MORRIS (FAINTLY): Charlie?

Charlie?

Help.

Help.

Help me.

(LABORED BREATHING)

(FAINTLY) Help me.

Help me.

Hermann?

- WARM: Huh? - Can I do something for you?

WARM: Morris.

Is that you, Morris?

Yes, it's me.

Oh, John, where did you disappear to?

I was out getting some firewood.

Oh, John.

I feel I've known you a long time.

I'm sorry you died before me.

I... I wanted to help you.

I wanted to be your friend.

You are my friend, Hermann.

MORRIS: Thank you.

(GUNSHOT)

(SIGHS)

ELI (NARRATING): I must confess

that the very happiest moments of my life

have been spent in the wilderness of the far west

with the plentiful supply of dry pine logs on the fire.

I would not...

I would sit cross legged,

enjoying the genial warmth,

and watch the blue smoke as it curled upwards.

Scarcely did I ever wish to change such hours of freedom

for all the luxuries of civilized life.

- (ELI GROANS) - (SAW CUTTING)

(ELI COUGHS)

Tighter.

(GAGS)

(PANTING)

(DOOR OPENS)

DOCTOR: What are you doing here?

CHILD: Sir, there are some men...

DOCTOR: Tell them to wait here.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

DOCTOR: Sir, there are men out there asking about you.

Wha... what men?

In the street, three of 'em.

(PANTS)

ELI: Rex. Shit!

REX: Eli?

ELI: Yes!

REX: Is it true Charlie's out of the game?

- What do you want? - REX: Me? Nothing.

The Commodore sent me.

- Is there a back door? - Yeah.

REX: He's growing impatient.

ELI: All right, go, go, go, go, go.

Charlie, Charlie, get up. We gotta go.

- CHARLIE: No. - ELI: Yeah, come on!

REX: Come on out so we can talk about it.

No.

ELI: All right.

REX: Hey, did you hear me?

Yeah, I'm coming.

Get out of here.

Shit.

REX: Do I have to come in and get you?

ELI: I'm coming out!

(DOOR CREAKS)

REX: First you toss your guns

and come out with your hands up. Good.

(MUFFLED GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE)

- (CHARLIE GASPS) - (GLASS SHATTERS)

- (CHARLIE GROANS) - (GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(GUNFIRE STOPS)

MAN: God damn.

Fucking bastard.

Are there others behind you?

(CHUCKLES)

(HORSE SNORTS)

CHARLIE: Stop it, stop. Just give me...

Come on. Let's go.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

(GUNFIRE)

- Come on, Charlie. - (HORSE WHINNIES)

Go hide the horses. Go on, go hide the horses!

- (HORSE NEIGHS LOUDLY) - CHARLIE: Shh!

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

Shh! Shh!

Shh! Come on. Come on, come on.

- (GUNFIRE CONTINUES) - Shh! Shh!

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE STOPS)

(CHARLIE WINCES)

(GASPS)

- (SOBS) - Hold still, Charlie.

(WAILS)

You want some of this?

Rex and Sanchez and those other guys we didn't even know.

You really think it's a good idea

to go back up north?

Well, you know very well why we're going north.

And you know what we still have left to do.

I lost the hand that I work with.

You'll be on your own on this.

Are you ashamed of me?

Do you mean what you're saying?

Things have changed so much.

In a week, we'll be in Oregon City

and I'll kill the Commodore.

(CHARLIE BREATHES UNSTEADILY)

Hey, have you noticed how long it's been

since anyone tried to kill us?

I don't know. Three or four days?

Don't you find that strange?

Come on.

CHARLIE: You walk in the front door.

Take the staircase on the right, go up, make a left.

His office is the second door on the left.

How many guys are up there with him usually?

Usually there's a guy sitting right outside the office.

And one in the room farther down.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Your remembrances.

CHARLIE: Fuck!

You must be disappointed.

Yeah, kinda.

Sir? I think no one else may be coming.

(CHUCKLES QUIETLY)

MAN: May we close the casket?

Sure.

Hold on.

Sir, please!

Just making sure.

CHARLIE: Think she's changed a lot?

ELI: Not as much as us.

CHARLIE: Check this out.

- (GUNSHOT) - Whoa!

Hey, if you come any closer, I'll shoot you!

ELI: It's us, Ma.

CHARLIE: It's your sons. It's Charlie and Eli.

My sons?

Oh, my God! Well, why, why did you come...

Why did you come back?

ELI: To see you, Ma.

If you came here to hide or to run away from something,

you just turn around. I don't wanna see ya.

ELI: No, we're just tired, Ma. We just want to come home.

CHARLIE: We just came here to see you. I swear.

ELI: Please?

MOTHER: You smell bad.

I see you're missing something.

Talk about that later.

Coffee?

Thank you.

- (POT CLANGS) - (WATER POURS)

MOTHER: You know, uh...

I wasn't expecting you, I guess you know that.

You, you know that?

Oh, it's hot.

Too hot?

Too hot?

CHARLIE: No, it's good, yeah.

- (MOTHER SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) - (WATER SPLASHES)

(CHARLIE SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(MOTHER SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

(SIGHS)

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