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(wind whistling) (thunder rumbling)

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(eagle cawing)

(dramatic music) (wind whistling)

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(wind whistling)

(fire crackling)

- No need to worry, Marshal.

The scout will be back soon.

- Yeah, but it's not him I'm worried about.

We should leave.

We need to be in Angel's Creek by noon with those prisoners.

We can't afford to miss that train.

- Come over and grab some coffee.

We should eat before we get goin'.

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(wind whistling)

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(rifle cocking)

(indistinct prisoner chatter)

- How about some beans, Marshal?

Starvin' over here.

- And a blanket, it's cold.

- [Lawman] Shut your mouth.

- [Otto] Give me one chance,

one chance and I'll cut you like a pig.

(light dramatic music) (wind whistling)

(suspenseful music)

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(gunshots banging)

- Get 'em!

(Otto grunts) (fists thudding)

(gunshots banging)

(fists thudding) (Lawman groaning)

(gunshots banging)

(Lawman groaning) (body thumping)

(gunshots banging)

- Grab the keys!

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

(Otto laughing)

(gunshots banging)

(tense music)

(gunshot banging) (Lawman groans)

(gunshot banging) (Lawman groans)

(tense music continues)

(Otto laughing)

- [Otto] I told you, Marshal, I told you.

- You won't get away with this, Atticus.

They're gonna find out you're still alive.

(Otto laughing) (wind whistling)

(gunshot banging)

(horse snorting) (light dramatic music)

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(indistinct talking)

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(birds chirping)

(tense music)

- [Jeff] Hiya, hiya.

Giddy-up, hiya, hiya.

(horseback riders hollering)

(indistinct talking)

(horse neighing)

(tense music continues)

- Ha!

Come on, ha!

- Better just give up!

Hiya, hiya.

Hiya, hiya.

(indistinct conversation)

Come on, let's go.

You can run but you can't hide.

(horse snorting)

(tense music continues)

(Sydney snoring)

(gunshots banging)

(tense music continues)

(gunshots banging) (Jeff groans)

- Syd!

It's me, you idiot!

- Jeff?

- Yeah!

They saw me, they're chasin' me!

- What are you talkin' about, Jeff?

Who's chasin' you? - The guys from

the card games, they're chasin' me.

(tense music continues)

Where's Will? - I don't know.

Probably went to go water the horses.

(tense music continues)

(tense music continues)

(indistinct yelling)

(gunshots firing) (tense music continues)

- Give me another cylinder, hurry up!

- Hey, come out!

I promise we won't shoot!

- All right.

All right, where is it?

- [Jeff] Syd, we need more ammo.

- We're out.

- I'd hate to have my boys keep slingin' lead your way,

but I will if you don't get those greenbacks back to us.

You understand?

- (sighs) Give me the money.

Come on. - Here.

Put some up under your hat, split it up.

(suspenseful music)

All right, we're comin' out!

- Guns first!

(door creaking)

(suspenseful music continues)

(hand slapping) (Sydney groans)

(water splashing)

- Good. Now, hand it over.

- Butch, I could've sworn there was more than that.

- I'd have won a few more rounds if these skunks

would have played by the rules.

- I reckon we won't find out how much there was

until one of these boys coughs it up.

(suspenseful music continues)

- Hey, bootlegger.

(gunshot banging) (Wade groans)

- It's $20 and it doesn't belong to you.

Where's your guns?

- Swimming.

(Wade groaning)

(horse snorting)

(horse neighing)

(light dramatic music)

(horse snorting)

(wolves howling)

(indistinct chatter) (gang members laughing)

(prisoner wheezing)

(fist thudding) - Hit him again, Clay!

Come on, hit him again.

Yellow-bellied cheat.

(fist thudding)

Deserves every bit of it.

Hey, Clay, he out yet?

- Nah, he ain't out yet.

That'd just be too kind letting him sleep through

what's comin' next.

- What comes next?

- Otto, have you ever peeled an apple?

- Yeah (chuckling).

(horse neighing)

- Someone's comin'!

- Whoa, whoa. - Who was it?

- Who was that around there? - Is that a bear?

(gang members talking over each other)

- [Trace] Walk forward slowly.

Hands where we can see 'em.

(Otto laughing)

- It's a bunch of greenhorns.

- Don't look like much to me.

- How'd you find us?

- Well, we weren't lookin' for you.

- [Trace] What were you lookin' for?

- A place to spend the night.

Lost all of our supplies in the river,

and heard the wolves, and saw the fire,

and figured we didn't have much of a choice.

So is it all right if we spend the night here?

- What do you think, Clay?

- Well, I think we can work somethin' out.

How much money you boys got on you?

- This is all I got.

(Clay chuckling)

- Woo!

Well, boys.

Seems like they paid for the night and then some.

(gang members laughing)

- Welcome to the party. - Oh, go down there.

- Otto, get the whiskey.

- Huh, you got it, Clay.

(gang members talking over each other)

- I'm tired of listenin' to his lies anyway.

- Yeah, ooh! - Here you go, buddy.

- See if you can take this, boy.

- Boys, here's to a good night.

(gang members talking over each other)

- I've been lookin' for a new hat.

- Yeah.

(gang members talking over each other)

- Otto. - Yeah.

- [Gang Member] That's one heck of a gig.

- I'm Clay Hobbs.

To my right here, we got Virgil, Gus,

Trace, and Otto Johnson.

- Howdy.

- And who's that over there?

- That is a dirty cheatin' rat who thought there wouldn't be

any consequences from crossin' me.

(fist thudding) - [Gang Member] Come on.

- [Gang Members] Yeah.

- [Gang Member] Hit him again.

- Now, I was in the process of straightenin' him out

when you boys rode up.

- [Gang Member] Yes, you did.

- Name's Drew and I didn't cheat.

Dice is dice.

Yacks with sticky palms and deep pockets tend to lose.

(bottle shattering)

(Clay chuckling)

(fist thudding) (Drew groaning)

(gang members laughing) - [Gang Member] Oh, yeah!

Hit 'em good!

- Seeing how hard I've been hittin' you for the last hour,

I think you're the one who lost.

(ominous music)

- You call them punches? (gang members hooting)

As far as I can tell, the only thing your girly fingers

have done is make me wanna show you

what real pain feels like. (pistol clicking)

(suspenseful music)

(Drew deeply breathing)

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- [Gang Member] Time to take him out.

- Nah, you're lucky.

- [Otto] Oh, he's in a good mood, fellas.

- We have guests tonight.

But tomorrow, you and I are gonna find out

just how many bullets it takes to kill a man.

What do you say, boys?

- I don't think he makes it past six, Clay.

(gang members talking over each other)

- It only takes one!

- I think I can stretch it all the way to 20.

(pistol thudding) - [Gang Member] Whoa!

- [Gang Member 2] Yeah. (Gang member cheering)

- [Otto] Let's go drink some whiskey.

- [Gang Member] Yeah, I'll take some.

- [Otto] I got some bourbon.

(bugs chirping)

(light dramatic music)

(gang members snoring)

- Will, what are you doing?

Do you realize what they'll do to us?

Will, he's not worth it.

- Everyone's worth it, Jeff.

(Jeff sighing)

- Fine, fine, I'll do this.

You go see if you can wake up Syd

without getting anybody else up.

Now, get out of here.

(gang members snoring)

(suspenseful music)

(Sydney shushes)

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(snoring continues)

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(bottle clinking)

- Hey!

Hey!

(gunshots banging) (Sydney groans)

Those boys are gettin' away!

- [Trace] Hey, what's goin' on?

- If you boys ain't on saddles in five seconds-

- All right, all right. (gunshot banging)

(gang members talking over each other)

(dramatic music)

- Hiya, hiya, hiya! (horse hooves clomping)

Hiya, come on!

(horse hooves clomping)

(gang members hollering)

(dramatic music continues)

(horse neighing) - [Otto] Ho, ho, ho, ho.

- [Clay] That way, go!

- Syd, which way?

- [Clay] Hurry up!

(horse hooves clomping) (indistinct yelling)

- Come on, let's go.

(dramatic music)

(horse snorting) - Whoa, whoa.

- Look for tracks.

Which way they'd go?

- Ha, come on, ha.

(horse neighing) (indistinct yelling)

- [Clay] Go, go.

Go, boys!

- Syd, you all right?

Come on.

Ya, uh.

(native speaking foreign language)

- You intrude on sacred ground.

Return to where you came from.

- We can't.

There's a large group of men right behind us

and they're gonna kill us if we go back.

- It remains the same, you must leave.

Off your horses.

You stay here until I return.

(light dramatic music)

- [Otto] Whoa, whoa.

- Why are you boys, stoppin'?

They're gettin' away!

- Are you kiddin' me, Clay?

Look what you're standin' under!

(suspenseful music)

(horse neighing) - What?

You're afraid of a couple of dead corpses?

(gunshots banging)

You're fixin' to be the same if you don't burn those horses.

- Clay, the Blackfeet will never forgive

an offense like this.

- I don't care what those Indians think.

Now, ride!

(horse neighing)

(gang members hollering)

- Which way they go?

(gang member groans)

- Indians!

(gunshots banging)

Come on, fall back!

Fall back!

(light dramatic music)

(bugs chirping)

- Dad gum it, Clay.

Ugh.

Frederick, Donovan, dead.

Got two of us killed.

(Clay groans)

- This ain't over!

- It is and you know it.

- I saw him, the marshal scout.

- The ghost that got away.

(eerie music)

Make sure he gets back to camp.

I got somethin' I gotta do. (tongue clicking)

- They have fled.

You must leave now.

- You fought 'em and won?

Who are you?

- I am Kitchi of the Blackfeet.

A half-a-day's ride that way is a town.

Leave now.

(gentle music)

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(birds chirping)

- You know, I had never met a real Indian before.

Pa always said they were bloodthirsty savages,

who you should- (Jeff scoffs)

- Pa said most were bloodthirsty, Will.

You better be glad we met the ones

that didn't wanna take our scalps.

- Yeah, I'd be more afraid of the gang chasing us

then those Indians.

I don't even wanna know what would've happened

if they caught up to us.

(tongue clicking)

- Hey, wait.

Where you goin'?

You can't go back there, we barely escaped.

So you're goin' back to die?

- Get out of my way!

- [Sydney] How do you expect to fight

that whole lot by yourself?

- Look, I don't know what quarrel you had with 'em,

but we saved your life,

and you shouldn't just throw that away.

- (chuckles) Yeah.

I guess I should be grateful to you boys.

After all, I do owe you my life.

- So uh, what's your name?

- Name's Drew Wesley.

Drew Quickdraw Wesley, actually.

Fastest gun around.

(Sydney chuckling)

- Well, then explain how you ended up tied to a tree,

Mr. Quickdraw.

- [Will] Yeah, how did you get yourself mixed up

with that gang anyhow?

- They're not just any gang.

Those boys you met down there are known as

the "Denson Gang", the most ruthless cutthroats

in the territory.

Been tailin' their outfit for quite some time now.

Don't rightly know what they're lookin' for,

but they sure do move around a lot.

It's good money attached to their heads, too.

Got a couple of 'em where I wanted 'em when well,

got the drop on me in a game of dice,

took my gun, and me tied me to that tree.

- (scoffs) Quite the arrest on your part.

- Well, if they're really as dangerous as you say,

that's all the more reason for us to keep movin'.

How about you head into town with us and after that

you can go your separate way.

- You might wanna clean that blood off your face

before we cross paths with any women.

- Right.

Ladies actually love a man with some battle scars.

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(dog barking)

(door creaking)

(playful music)

(indistinct chatter)

- This ain't much.

- [Barmaid] How you doing, guys?

- Oh, I don't know.

Uh, it's got its sights.

- Yeah, I don't think you're gonna be around long enough

to see 'em, Syd.

Remember, we're only here to get supplies, then we're out.

- Come on, Jeff.

After the last few days, can't we have some time to relax?

- We can relax when we get to the coast, Will.

- Wait, so you boys are headed that far West?

- Yeah.

- Well, I can't fault you.

Quite a sight to behold.

- You've seen the ocean, Drew?

- Well, I figured after I earned the bounty

from the Denson Gang, I'd make my way West as well.

As luck would have it I ran-

- Got beaten blue and tied to a tree.

(Sydney scoffs)

- Look, you boys need someone who knows the territory.

And if you're headed that way,

I may be interested in taggin' along myself.

- Look, Drew, we hardly even know you.

The last thing we need is some bloody-faced gunslinger

tailin' us all the way to the coast.

- Oh, I don't know, I don't think it'll be all that bad.

It wouldn't hurt to have a traveling companion with us.

I mean what?

We've been held up three times in the past week alone.

- (sighs) Fine, if it gets us movin' faster, I don't care.

Look, me and Will will go down and find some supplies.

Syd, you see about findin' us some firepower.

And please, don't cause any trouble.

(indistinct talking)

(cork popping) - Don't worry, Drew,

Jeff's actually friendly.

He is a friendly guy.

(glasses clinking)

Once you get to know him.

(indistinct talking)

(playful music)

(light music)

(Sydney chuckling)

I think they see a corpse walkin' around.

- They wouldn't be too wrong.

I feel like death himself.

- Well, sir, you sure do look like him, too.

- Very funny. (Sydney laughing)

- You know, with your face lookin' like that

and your clothes all torn, wouldn't be surprised.

- Yeah.

Doesn't help that we smell of whatever brimstone

that bartender gave us back there, too.

(Sydney chuckling)

- You know, maybe we should be lookin' for a scythe

for you instead.

- Yeah, beware, Overlook- - [Laura] Bye, Mr. Strake.

- For death walks among you. - Oh!

- Ugh!

- Hey, hey, wait a minute, hold on!

- Sir, I don't want any trouble.

Well, what is it?

- If my, if my mother taught me anything,

it was how to apologize.

So I was wonderin' if you'd grant me that courtesy.

Look, what I'm tryin' to say is I'm sorry

for runnin' into you, especially lookin' like this.

- And I'm sorry for pushing you in the street,

even if you do look rather hideous.

- Mother also taught me to introduce myself to anybody

who's kind enough to meet me.

I'm Drew Wesley.

- Nice to meet you, Drew Wesley.

I'm Laura Gradenson.

- I don't mean to be rude, but I'm afraid I'll sully

that hand if I touch it in my current state.

- Well, if you're looking to get cleaned up,

there's a wash near the livery about three buildings down.

- That'd be lovely, but I'm afraid I'm in need of a guide.

See, me and my friend there-

(Sydney yawning)

We just rolled into this town.

Would it be too forward if I ask you to show me around?

- Well, I was headed in that direction anyhow,

but wouldn't your friend like to join us as well?

- Let me go ask him.

(indistinct talking)

- I need you to keep walkin' as if you're not interested in

her company and find me later.

- Drew, we're supposed to- (Drew shushing)

Supposed to be lookin' for supplies.

- I'm sure I'll find somethin' with her.

Now get!

- As memory serves, the washhouse should be next to

the Presley General Store near the Marshal's livery.

- It'll be a mighty welcome sight.

I'll have my wits back once I get all this dust

washed off me.

(Laura chuckling)

- There's quite a bit more than just dust to wash off.

How did you find yourself in Overlook looking so broken?

- Fighting for my life in a den of bandits and cutthroats.

- [Townsfolk] Ahead of schedule, baby!

- How on earth did you end up there?

- I may not look like it, but I make my livin'

bringin' men like them to justice.

Actually, I've been on the hunt for their outfit

for quite some time now.

There I was, outside their hideout,

gun in hand and courage bold.

- There you are, Laura. (curious music)

Now, Laura, what's a wild flower like you doin'

with a tumbleweed like this?

- It's my business who I choose to walk with, Jack.

- Laura, you don't know the territory yet.

And I couldn't sleep well at night knowin' you were walkin'

around with some thing as feral as this.

- [Laura] His name is Drew, Jack.

And I may be new to the territory,

but I think I can handle myself.

- Regardless, we're here to walk with you now.

Right, boys?

- I've already got company, Jack.

Drew, let's go.

- Hey, you're not goin' anywhere.

- I think she made herself clear,

she's not goin' anywhere with you.

(tense music)

(cigarette sizzling)

(Jack blowing) (fist thudding)

- Jack, Jack!

- Drew!

- Get him! - Jack!

Jack, stop!

All of you, stop this right now!

(all groaning)

Sheriff Toad!

Sheriff Toad!

- All right, you have a good day, too.

- What you waitin' for?

Get in here and hit him!

Let's go, come on!

(all groaning)

- I got him. Come on. (fist thudding)

(Sheriff Toad snoring)

- Sheriff Toad!

Sheriff, wake up!

- Miss Gradenson, what-

- Jack Fletcher and his friends are fighting

two boys in the street!

- Are they armed? - What?

I don't know!

Jack is accosting them!

You have to stop it!

- Now, Laura, Jack is quite full of himself,

but he's not the kind to take to fightin' a stranger.

- Sheriff, there are five people

killing each other right now.

Now, are you gonna stop this

or do I need to go get my father?

- (coughs) Fine!

(indistinct talking)

(water sloshing) (Sydney groaning)

- Get him back in there.

(Drew grunting) (Jack grunting)

Keep him down.

Help me keep him down, come on.

(fist thudding) (Jack groaning)

- All right, boys, that's enough.

(Jack grunting) (Drew grunting)

You had your fun, now break it up.

(Sheriff Toad gasps) (body thumping)

Now I said that's enough!

(gunshot banging)

On your feet!

- [Townsfolk] Shots fired, shot fired.

- Jail's that way, boys.

- Sheriff, we didn't take- - Fletcher, I didn't ask you!

Now I said, "March!"

That way.

You three, come on, you, too.

Give it to me.

Don't even think about it, boy.

Yep.

Come on.

You know wakin' me up, that's an annoyance.

Disturbin' the peace, that's an infraction.

Assaultin' an officer, now that's a crime.

I've got a nice room for all of you.

Come on in here and make yourselves comfortable.

Come wakin' me up like that.

- Yeah, I was just down watering the horses

when I saw all happen right down here.

Jack Fletcher got in a fight with a bunch of strangers.

- Did you hear that? - Yeah.

- You don't think that was Drew.

- In this town, Will?

Who else could it have been?

Here.

I'll only be a minute.

Take that to the livery.

(door slamming)

- Can I help you?

- Got some of my friends in here,

just need to ask 'em a question or two.

(Sheriff Toad sighs)

What'd you do?

- Took the wrong fight.

Saw Drew here about to get knocked Galley West

by those three.

I didn't know why, but I assumed it was for a good reason

and uh- - It was.

- Da-da-da-da!

Shut up, you ninny.

(sighs) Anyways, turns out they were fighting over a girl,

one that little Drew here seemed quite struck by.

- [Jeff] Yeah and where is she now?

- Blazes if I know.

- What are they in for?

- Disturbin' the peace and assaultin' an officer of the law.

- All right, how long?

- Tomorrow morning or until somebody bails 'em out.

- Yeah (chuckles).

See you boys in the mornin'.

- You have a nice night.

You boys, get yourself cleaned up.

People are gonna think I'm locking up corpses or something.

(pot clanking)

(horses neighing)

(indistinct chatter)

- At this point Thomas, Jesus enters the room...

- How can I help you boys?

- [Jeff] Yeah, my cousin was in here earlier.

He said he bought four pieces from you.

I was wonderin' if you still had 'em around.

- Matter of fact, there is this fine piece of equipment

and then these ones right here.

(fly buzzing) (indistinct talking)

- [Jeff] All right, thank you.

- [Gunsmith] You're welcome.

- Now, well, we gotta find a place to stay the night.

- [Reverend Mark] Maybe I can help with that.

- [Jeff] And who are you?

- People around here call me Reverend Mark.

- And uh, how do you plan on helpin' us, reverend?

- Well, you two are free to stay with me for the night

or for however long you need.

- Uh- - Yeah, that sounds great.

I'd love to actually get some sleep tonight.

Where do you stay?

- Well, follow me.

It's right on the edge of town.

- Great.

Another night with a Gospel Sharp.

(gentle music) (crickets chirping)

- [Reverend Mark] Truth be told-

- Thank you.

- I barely recognize this town anymore.

It's so different from the cluster of empty homes

that used to be here when I arrived.

- How long ago was that?

- About two years, maybe less.

- [Will] How'd it change so fast?

- Well, as I understand it, Overlook elected a Mayor

back when it was scarcely more than a ghost town.

Mr. Gradenson is his name.

He shared what he had at the village,

his time and his wealth.

- Did he build everything?

- No, but he pitched in where he could.

And the church, the church is thanks solely to him.

He personally paid for every beam and nail.

- He sounds like a pretty good man.

- Hmm, indeed.

So, how did two brothers end up this far Northwest?

- Oh, it's uh, not just us.

Ridin' with our cousin Sydney

and one other named Drew Wesley.

That makes four.

- And uh, where are they now?

- Yeah, they're uh, spendin' the night in the jail

for getting in a dumb fight.

- Yes.

I uh, I heard about that.

Must have been quite the scuffle to get old Toad involved.

(Will chuckling)

Now, Simon, he doesn't sell his wares cheap.

You boys must be pretty well-off to afford one of those.

- Yeah, we better be.

Sold the whole farm.

- The whole farm.

You owned a farm?

At your age? (Jeff clears throat)

I'm beggin' your pardon, but that doesn't seem likely.

- Uh, well, it wasn't really ours,

it was- (Jeff clears throat)

It was left to us after the, the pox took ma and pa.

- Will, don't ever talk about ma and pa like that!

- Now, Jeff, the Lord says in His word-

- Okay, Reverend, you tell me what kind of a God

takes a boy's parents out of his life?

What kind of a God does that?

- The same one who chose mercy over vengeance.

And the same one who let His only begotten Son die

on a cross, so that we could live.

Now, it's not given to us to know why,

but God is always faithful.

You boys ever heard the story of Job?

- Yeah.

- You boys are blessed to have each other.

But the Lord allowed Satan to take absolutely

everything away from him.

In the end, even his wife turned on him.

- Sorry for snappin' at you there, Will.

I didn't mean to.

- Yeah, it's fine.

How the last couple of days have been goin',

I'd be surprised if you didn't.

(somber music)

- Well, you two are free to sprawl out

on the bed if you like.

I think some sleep might do you both well.

- [Jeff] Thank you, Reverend.

(somber music continues)

(birds chirping)

(curious music)

(curious music continues)

- It's your lucky day, boys!

You're gettin' out early.

Come on out here, let me get your guns.

- Pa, you gotta believe me, I didn't do anything.

It, I, I didn't do anything!

- You should take some thought to your pride, son,

and then your pa wouldn't have to bail you out

of every pinch.

- This isn't over.

I swear I'm coming for you yellows.

- Is there any particular reason

you haven't made yourself scarce, Jack?

- Uh, uh, uh...

- If you're partial to that cell,

I got no qualms lettin' you stay here a while longer.

- Mayor.

- Are these the strangers you were tellin' me about, Laura?

- Yes, daddy.

That's Drew Wesley.

He's the one who fought off Jack

and his friends when they were harassing me.

- He's also the one that assaulted me, Mayor.

- Sorry about that, Sheriff.

I hope you know that punch was meant

for Jack's nose and not your gut.

- Looks like you boys roughed each other up pretty good.

Enough to get the law's attention anyway.

How many licks would you say you gave him?

- Enough to prove I don't take kindly to arrogance.

(Atticus chuckling)

- Well said.

I would have whipped Jack myself

if I didn't have a reputation to keep.

That boy's been a pain in my side ever since Laura

moved to Overlook.

I think they spent enough time in lockup, Toad.

Go ahead and open up the cell.

- Yes, sir.

I don't know why I bother arrestin' anybody.

(keys jingling)

(cell door creaking)

- Now, can I trust you boys to keep the peace?

- Yes, sir.

- Well, then let me officially welcome you to Overlook.

- I'm Mayor Gradenson.

- Hi.

- You've already met my daughter Laura

and you've already crossed our Sheriff Toad.

(Sheriff Toad grumbles)

So what brings you boys to Overlook?

- Well, sir, there's actually four of us.

Two brothers by the name of Jeff and Will Lawson

are here too.

We were attacked last night by a gang

and led toward this town.

Now, we're just here supplyin' for our westward journey.

- Attacked, huh?

Well, that makes sense.

That's a lot more damage than Jack could have done.

- Yeah, would've saved some face

if I had somethin' like that with me.

- Like this?

You know how to handle a firearm?

- Yeah, I get by.

Why, are you any good?

(Sheriff Toad scoffs)

- You don't get to be Mayor unless you can

back up your promises.

Again, welcome to Overlook and it's also perfect timing.

We have our town's one-year anniversary comin' up.

That's gonna be in a couple of days.

- There'll be plenty of food and drink,

a shooting competition, and even a dance.

Won't you stay?

- Hmm, that, that does sound nice.

Uh, I'll talk to Jeff and Will, and see if they want to.

- Hey, you wouldn't happen to know where they are, do you?

- I'll ask around.

In the meantime, you boys need to wash up.

Uh, Toad, go ahead and show 'em to the washhouse.

- Mayor?

Yes, sir.

- [Messenger] Letter for Mayor Gradenson?

(ominous music)

- Father, is everything all right?

- Yes.

Yes.

Uh, I'm all right, Laura.

Let's go.

- All right, you hellions, follow me.

(dogs barking)

(indistinct talking)

- Now, they would have beaten you to a pulp

if I was not there.

- Sure.

- I took two of 'em, didn't I?

- More like the two of 'em took you.

- Yeah, Syd, I agree, you look even worse than Drew.

- Well, you boys ready to go?

- Uh, actually, Jeff, there's a festival in two days.

It's like a big old shindig,

one we'd be sore to miss out on.

- Yeah, we won't wanna miss out on this.

Listen, there's gonna be girls, there's gonna be drinks,

food, dancing um, and girls.

- You know, Jeff, we ain't ever been to a festival before.

You think we might be able to stay a while longer?

- Okay, but the day after, we're out, got it?

- Okay.

- Ooh.

(silverware clinking)

- Hey, Drew, I hear there's gonna be

a shooting contest in town.

First prize is a handcrafted Colt.

Think you'll enter?

- I would enter but (scoffs) I don't have a gun.

- Oh, that's fine.

You can use one of the pistols we got from the gunsmith.

- No way.

(pistol clicking)

- That's nice.

(indistinct talking)

(ominous music)

(knife scraping)

(horse hooves clomping)

(horse neighing)

(ominous music continues)

- I got your note.

Are you sure it was him?

- No doubt.

But he wasn't alone.

With the Marshal gone,

that brave's the last one that knows you're alive.

- The truth is always written by those who win.

Those who survive.

We have the arrow.

You're gonna take that arrow and use it to proclaim

the truth, our truth.

- I think I see what you're askin'.

How much bloodshed you suppose?

- No deaths.

Overlook's proud.

A fire and the arrow,

that'll be more than enough provocation.

- And once that's done and the Blackfoot is blamed,

what then?

- It's just a means to an end.

The townsfolk will want revenge.

They'll take it from there.

Those are my orders.

- You know, I remember a brave soldier running through

bayonets and gunfire with no fear.

Who could rally men not with words, but with action,

as savage as it was.

I rallied, Captain, and I'll do it again.

But I wanna ask, what happened?

Why aren't we goin' after this brave ourselves?

- I'm just tryin' to do right.

God uses people all the time.

- Yeah.

But you ain't God.

- Get it done, Trace.

(ominous music continues)

(stick thudding) (fire crackling)

(horse neighing) - [Townsfolk] Hey, John.

(door creaking) - What the...

Where you goin', boy?

Hey, turn that a little bit.

Get in line with the road.

Get some change in here.

Ma'am.

(light music)

(metal clinking)

Ma'am. (horse neighing)

(soft music)

(soft music continues)

- What you doin' up here, Will?

- Just takin' in the view.

(soft music continues)

You ever wonder if all this amounts to nothing?

I feel like ever since we left the farm and what family

we had left, we're just, just chasin' our own tails.

- What do you mean?

- I mean maybe it's time we do more than just bet on a turn

and hope for the best.

Maybe, maybe God is telling us that we're worth more

than just our next hand.

- Maybe so, little brother,

but God ain't talkin' to me anymore.

- He is, Jeff.

You just ain't listening.

You know, Pa always said you'd never be able to focus on

what's happening around you until you just

sat still and listened.

- Pa also said he'd always be there for us, Will,

and look at where we are now.

(Jeff sighing)

Listen, even after everything that happened,

when Syd came to live with us, and Ma and Pa got sick,

you and I (sighs)...

Look, even after everything happened,

you and I still made it through.

You're the only one I have left now, Will.

I made a promise to Ma and Pa that I'd keep you safe.

I have, and I don't plan on quitting now, Will.

- You know, Jeff, sometimes I think

you're the one that needs saving.

- Maybe so, little brother,

but I don't see that happening anytime soon.

- [Townsfolk] Woo-hoo!

All right. All right!

- Well, probably should find Syd and Drew.

Sounds like the festival's starting.

(townsfolk laughing)

- [Townsfolk] That's right.

Woo!

Yee-haw!

(upbeat music) (indistinct talking)

- [Sheriff Toad] Give me a kiss.

(indistinct talking) - [Townsfolk] Woo!

Yee-haw!

- Have fun.

(upbeat music continues) (indistinct talking)

- [Townsfolk] Home cooking is always better.

- Hello, beautiful.

Do you wanna dance?

(hand slapping) Oh.

(townspeople laughing) (indistinct talking)

- Laura. Wait a minute.

Look, come on, Laura.

Laura!

Wait, wait, Laura, Laura!

- Jack. - Come on, Laura,

it's just one dance.

- Jack, I don't want your hands anywhere on my person.

- Laura, when are you gonna stop treatin' me

like I'm some starved wolf?

- [Laura] Jack, I'd much rather spend my night

with a wolf than with you.

- Now, I know you don't mean that.

- I think it's about time you get goin', Jack.

- I think it's about time you get your hand off my wrist

or do you want a repeat of last time?

- Jack, the reason I won't dance with you,

it's because I already promised a dance to Drew.

Now, you're a gentleman enough to honor that, aren't you?

- [Sheriff Toad] You knock it off over there.

Now, we're havin' fun tonight.

You, what's goin' on?

- I can scarcely even call him a gentleman.

I couldn't stand another second with him.

- I'm glad you're okay.

Please, forgive me but I gotta-

- Wait, won't you stay?

He'll circle back like a vulture if you're not here.

- Laura, I want to but-

- Now, what kinda attitude is this?

You, sir, are not the Drew Wesley I met the other morning.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- It means, up until now,

you never struck me as one who lacks chivalry.

Not even when Jack beat you bloody.

- What?

I tanned his hide and I'd do it again.

- That's it.

That's Drew Wesley.

Now, before you run off into the night,

would you do me the honor of a dance?

- Uh, thing is, I'd love to, but I don't-

- Do you not know how to dance?

- I don't, I don't, I don't dance.

- Come with me.

If you can walk and breathe, I can teach you to dance.

(light music)

- [Sheriff Toad] All right, here it comes.

(indistinct talking)

I keep running outta whiskey.

Y'all quit drinking my whiskey!

(light music continues)

(Sheriff Toad chuckling)

- Hey, Drew!

I didn't know you broke a leg in that fight.

- Hey, he didn't mean it, you're fine.

- [Townsfolk] This is the best-lookin' dance

from civilization I've seen in a while.

(Sheriff Toad grumbling)

(townspeople laughing)

(light music continues)

(drums beating) (townspeople laughing)

(horse hooves clomping)

- There we were, came over the hill,

and there was an Indian sitting there, waiting for us,

and he said to us,

"You must leave for this is sacred ground."

(townspeople laughing)

(horses neighing)

(townspeople screaming)

- Indians!

(gunshots banging)

Over the boards!

(townspeople screaming) (indistinct yelling)

- [Sheriff Toad] Go, go!

Mayor, get down!

Go, go, go!

(gunshots banging)

(torch roaring)

(gunshots banging)

Get them, you fools!

Shoot!

- Are you okay? - Uh huh.

- Listen, I want you to run around back, stay out of sight.

(townspeople screaming) (gunshots banging)

I gotta go help.

- [Sheriff Toad] Let's move, everybody!

Everybody, get inside! (gunshots banging)

(horses neighing)

(woman crying)

(gunshots banging)

- Will!

(arrow whooshing) (woman screaming)

Will!

(arrow thudding)

(Will panting)

(somber music) Will.

(Will coughing) Will.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Will, look at me, look at me.

(Will choking)

- I, I can't breathe, Jeff.

(Jeff sobbing)

- Will, you can't die.

I need you. - It's all right, Jeff.

It's all right. - You can't leave me, Will.

(Jeff sobbing)

Will.

(sobbing continues)

Will, I love you.

- I love you, too.

(door creaking)

(Jeff sobbing)

- I love you.

(sobbing continues)

I love you, Will.

Will.

(dramatic music)

(sobbing continues)

Will!

No!

(thunder rumbling)

- Believe in God, believe also in me.

In my Father's house are many rooms.

If it were not so, I would have told you.

I go to prepare a place for you.

And if I go and prepare a place for you,

I will come again and receive thee unto myself.

Where I am, there you may be also.

(thunder rumbling) (somber music continues)

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name.

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on Earth

as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us.

(Sydney sighing)

(somber music continues)

(somber music continues)

(thunder booming)

(somber music continues)

(somber music continues)

(somber music continues)

(thunder rumbling)

- Jeff.

He's not here, Jeff.

He's moved on.

(somber music continues)

- If you ever make it to be a man in this world, breaks you.

- We all have scars, Jeff, but what makes a man is not

the depth of those scars, it's the choices that he makes.

- I've made mine, Reverend.

- Jeff!

I hope you know what you're doing.

Vengeance is the Lord's.

- I don't think He'll mind if I borrow it

just this once, Reverend.

(ominous music)

- Huh, I didn't know you knew how to shoot a bow like that.

- No, just somethin' I picked up along the way.

Not much of a challenge, though.

Heck, I'd have to be dang near blind

to miss from that close.

- Clay!

Are you out of your mind?

What on earth were you thinking?

We had strict instructions.

No deaths!

(fist thudding) (Clay groans)

You don't know what you've done!

- I know exactly what I've done!

(ominous music)

- [Trace] Atticus, he wasn't thinkin'.

I told him...

(gunshots banging)

(skin sizzling) (Clay groaning)

- Give me one good reason, why I shouldn't.

(Clay groaning)

- That's not who you are anymore.

- How would you know?

- [Trace] I've seen the Mayor and I know the Captain.

Do what you will and I'll know.

(Clay gasping)

(Clay coughing)

- I got what I needed from you boys.

I want you out of the territory by sundown tomorrow.

- We did what you asked, though!

(gunshot banging) Ow!

- Don't mistake my courtesy for kindness.

Sundown, tomorrow.

(ominous music)

(Clay groaning)

(light eerie music) - Have you seen Jeff?

I don't know where he at.

Jeff?

(light eerie music continues)

Jeff, I-

- You know what this is, Sydney?

- This looks like one of Kitchi's arrows.

And I don't understand, why would he...

Jeff, we can't go back there.

He said he'll kill us if we go back!

- Sydney!

Will's dead!

It's his blood on that arrow!

I don't care anymore.

I can't stand by after what's happened.

- All right, listen.

I'll go back with you.

But listen to me.

Not for what you want, but for what I know Will wanted.

For his brother to live on.

- Fine.

Do what you want.

(light dramatic music)

(light dramatic music continues)

(light dramatic music continues)

(gunshots banging)

- [Reverend Mark Voiceover] When you're ready,

you can find me at the chapel.

- [Atticus Voiceover] Maybe I should.

Maybe I should.

(gunshots banging)

- You won't get away with this, Atticus.

They're gonna find out you're still alive.

(gunshot banging)

(light dramatic music)

(water splashing) (eerie music)

(door creaks open)

(dogs barking) (crickets chirping)

(barking continues) (chirping continues)

- It won't work, you know. (eerie music)

Why, why do you keep acting like someone else

every time I see you.

The old you, the real you, keeps comin' out.

- I think you need to leave.

- Don't hold yourself like I'm to blame.

We both know that ain't true.

You made a choice 10 years ago

and we're still running from it.

This life you live, this lie you tell yourself,

(sighs) it's gonna crumble down like glass.

Not from an army or militiamen,

but a lone brave who saw too much.

- Anderson, I gave you final orders this mornin' and-

- I'll leave, but I don't think it'll change a thing,

because you and judgment have something in common.

You don't tend to miss.

(eerie music continues)

(wind whistling)

(light flute music)

(light flute music continues)

(sticks cracking)

(Jeff deeply breathing)

- You were not to return to this place.

Leave now.

(fist thudding) (Jeff grunts)

(wind whistling) (ominous music)

(Jeff deeply breathing)

- Uh, Jeff, Jeff!

Jeff, stop it.

Look around you.

(suspenseful music)

- (scoffs) You bloody savages!

You killed Will!

I'll kill you!

I'll kill every last one of you!

- Jeff, stop it.

It's not worth all this.

Just calm down.

(Jeff panting)

Put it down.

- Sydney, the arrow.

(suspenseful music)

- [Jeff] Okay.

- This is your arrow, Kitchi.

And that means you're comin' with us.

- Sydney.

- It's the way it's gonna be, okay?

(light dramatic music)

(Jeff scoffs)

(Kitchi speaking foreign language)

- [Sydney] Let's go, Drew.

(wind whistling)

(whistling continues)

(light eerie music)

- Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

Back on the farm in Virginia,

my brother and I just wanted to live in peace.

And then the army of Northern Virginia showed up.

And when my brother and I refused to join,

they set fire to our farm.

And when my brother tried to stop 'em, they shot him down.

That got me to join the Yank army.

Legally killin' Rebs suited me fine.

They deserved what I gave 'em.

All except the old man.

He was different.

His eyes were different.

He didn't beg for life.

He just looked up at me and said-

- Son, you ain't never gonna find peace

at the end of that barrel.

- No, just a dead old man.

(gunshot banging)

I killed 'em all, but that old man, he just won't die.

I believe on your word, Father, a life for a life.

I always aimed to do right and settle down.

Now, I got Laura to take care of.

But no matter how much good I do,

the sins of the past keep catchin' up to me.

That old man is wrong.

The only way back to peace

is to take one last ride

with the devil.

(light dramatic music)

(horses neighing)

(light dramatic music continues)

(door creaking)

- Sheriff, here's the man you're lookin' for.

He led the attack on town, killed Jeff's brother.

- What makes you think it's him?

- This is the arrow that killed Will

and it's the same as the ones on his back.

- Well, I had to ask.

Well, congratulations, boys,

you've done this town a great service.

Good job.

- What are you doing with him now?

- Uh, we'll put him in the jail.

Get us a judge down here and have us a trial.

- A trial?

For what we know he already did?

Why don't you just shoot him and be done with it?

- 'Cause that's not the way we do things.

Why don't you take your friend here and go get a drink,

cool your head, huh?

Why don't you come with me?

In case I need another set of hands.

(wind whistling)

(light eerie music)

(dramatic music)

- What the- - You are both being misled.

- What do you mean?

- I did not kill the boy that rode with you,

nor did I burn your town.

- I don't believe you, I think you're lyin'.

- Why would I kill someone I'd saved?

- Why would you wait to tell us?

- Why didn't you tell the boy?

- The boy is lost in anger.

Nothin' I could ever say would change his mind.

- Let's say you're not lyin', which I, I highly doubt.

Who were those Indians who attacked the town last night?

- They were not Blackfeet nor any other tribe,

they were white men.

(Drew scoffs)

The Denson Gang.

- What? - Huh, Denson Gang.

What would that cutthroat band

have anythin' to do with this?

I don't, I don't rightly see the point.

- I don't know the reason.

They follow the man that leads them.

The dead cry out against him and only I can hear them.

And he hunts me for it?

- [Sheriff Toad] Who? - [Drew] Who?

- Atticus.

- Ugh.

Filthy savage, walk.

- Sheriff, I was just startin' to believe him.

- I know.

(dramatic music)

Hey, Mayor.

Caught the Indian responsible for all that ruckus

the other night.

(intense dramatic music)

- [Atticus] What did he tell you?

- What?

- I was wondering if he said anything of interest.

- Just a bunch of lies, tried to get us on his side,

nothin' believable.

- I'll take it from here, Toad.

- I'm lazy, but I'm not that lazy.

- I'll take it from here, Sheriff.

- It's my job!

It's 40 feet, Mayor, I got this.

- [Atticus] I said, "I'll take it from here."

- Wait a minute.

While strange, your story has an awful lot of detail.

Mayor, you got somethin' to say?

- You picked the wrong time to get smart, Toad.

(suspenseful music) - Sheriff!

(gunshots banging)

(Drew groaning) (body thumping)

- You didn't have to be fast.

(Drew groaning) You just had to be right.

- Drew!

Drew.

Drew. - Uh, Laura.

(Laura sobbing)

Laura, just go. (Laura shushes)

- No, please.

- [Drew] I don't want you seeing me like this.

- Please just stay awake.

(Laura sobbing)

You did this.

(sobbing continues)

- Laura, I didn't have a choice.

- You always have a choice, Atticus.

(Laura crying)

- [Trace Voiceover] This life you live.

- [Reverend Mark Voiceover] Times like these,

everyone has to take their share of the labor.

- [Atticus Voiceover] I'm just tryin' to do right.

- [Reverend Mark Voiceover] And the pain.

- [Laura Voiceover] Father, is everything all right?

- [Trace Voiceover] Lie you tell yourself.

- [Marshal Voiceover] You won't get away with this, Atticus.

- [Atticus Voiceover] Sins of the past,

keep catchin' up to me.

- [Trace Voiceover] Why aren't we goin' after

this brave ourselves?

- [Reverend Voiceover] You pretend you've taken too much.

- [Atticus Voiceover] The townsfolk will want revenge.

- [Reverend Mark Voiceover] You all right, Mayor?

- [Atticus Voiceover] They'll take it from there.

- It's gonna crumble down like glass.

- [Marshal Voiceover] They're gonna find out

you're still alive.

- [Atticus Voiceover] The only way back to peace...

The only way back to peace is to take one last ride

with the devil.

(dramatic music)

- [Laura] Somebody get a doctor!

(dramatic music continues)

(horse snorting)

(horse neighing)

(floor creaking)

(crickets chirping)

(horse neighing)

(crickets chirping)

(horse neighing)

(somber music)

(light dramatic music)

(horse snorting)

- Trace.

(horse neighing) (ominous music)

- Captain.

Good to see the real you again.

But I don't reckon you're here to ride out

of the territory with us, are you?

- No, I'm not.

We've been crossed, boys, by savages.

Savages that consider themselves untouchable, even from us.

- Like you care about any of us.

- You're right.

I don't care.

But I drew a line when I first picked up this gun,

and those that cross it or me find nothin'

but hot lead and cold dirt.

You want to get revenge for that arm, son?

Well, I can help you get it.

But if you don't, you'll regret it every day

for the rest of your life.

- Well, boys, what do you say

we show those bloody Indians what the Densons

really think of 'em!

- Yeah! (gang cheering)

I say we personally fill some of those burial trees!

(gang cheering)

- Let's go, come on!

- [Gang Member] Let's shoot those feathers

right off their scalps!

(gang cheering)

(horses neighing)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(knife scraping)

(dramatic music continues)

(ominous music)

- Go scout it out!

(horse hooves clomping)

(ominous music continues)

(natives hollering)

(ominous music continues)

(horse neighing)

See anything?

(body thumping)

- Dismount!

(tense music)

(grass rustling)

(tense music continues)

- Someone up in there.

(tense music continues)

(leaves rustling) - Uh, hey.

What, what's that? - What was that?

(birds cawing)

- Just some bird, boys.

Just some birds.

(tense music continues)

(arrow whooshing) (gang member groans)

- [Gang Members] Indians! - [Trace] Take cover.

(indistinct yelling) (gunshots banging)

(natives hollering) (gunshots banging)

- [Atticus] Cover me!

- Keep firin', boys.

(gunshots banging) (natives hollering)

- [Clay] There's one over there, just to your right!

Over here! - [Trace] Get down!

(gunshots banging) - [Atticus] Cover me!

- [Trace] Take cover!

They're aiming down.

- Keep moving. Let's go. (gunshots banging)

- Watch out, the tree!

(gunshots banging)

Right!

What? (gunshots banging)

- Move up, Sarge, move up.

- Move!

- Let's go, Trace, move 'em up.

- [Clay] Let's go!

- They're movin' up! (gunshots banging)

(indistinct talking)

(dramatic music) (gunshots banging)

- [Clay] I gotta find some cover.

(gunshots banging)

- [Otto] I'm out, I'm out. - Got 'em.

Let's move up. - What?

- Flank 'em. Come on!

Let's go.

(natives hollering)

- They're movin' up.

Make sure they're dead.

(gunshots banging)

- [Gang Member] Come on, get up!

- [Bill] Advance, advance. - [Trace] Giddy up, boys.

Oh, it's very low. (indistinct talking)

- [Sydney] Right side.

Aim high. (gunshots banging)

(dramatic music)

(gunshots banging)

- [Clay] Cover me, then move up.

(gunshots banging)

(Clay groaning)

- Dadgummit, Clay.

Didn't sign up for this. (gunshots banging)

Goodnight.

(Sydney panting)

(gunshots banging) (dramatic music)

- Right flank. - Look on the left.

(gunshots banging)

(native grunting) - [Gang Member] I need ammo!

Gotta reload. - Keep movin'.

Use your pistols.

Short-range.

(natives hollering) (gunshots banging)

- Cover me.

This is no good, boys.

(dramatic music)

- Guys.

Guys.

Guys!

(natives hollering)

(suspenseful music) (gang member groaning)

(gunshots banging) - [Gang Member] On the right!

- [Trace] They're everywhere!

Watch your back, man, watch your back.

- [Gang Member] Over there!

(gunshots banging)

- I'm hit!

I'm hit!

Oh, I'm hit.

- Kill 'em all!

(indistinct yelling)

- Comin' up behind you.

(suspenseful music) (Trace groans)

(gunshots banging)

(indistinct talking)

(tense music)

(throwing ax whooshing)

(flesh squishing)

(gunshots banging)

(body thumping)

(tense music continues)

(Jeff panting)

(intense dramatic music)

(gunshot banging)

(Jeff panting)

(intense dramatic music continues)

- Atticus!

Will's dead because of you!

(Atticus chuckling)

- You ain't never gonna find peace

at the end of that barrel, son.

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(gunshot banging) (Jeff yelling)

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(ominous music)

(light dramatic music)

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(wind whistling)

(somber music)

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- I'm thankful for the memories I had with him.

They remind me that everyone has a choice.

I was angry, I wanted revenge.

But instead I found forgiveness.

(gentle music)

- You take care now, Quickdraw Wesley.

- [Drew] You be safe.

It's been fun.

- I will.

(gentle music continues)

- Well, see you later.

(gentle music continues)

(gentle music continues)

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