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[wind whooshing]

[windmill creaking]

[thunder clapping]

[flames crackling]

[distant coyote howling]

[door opens, closes]

[pig oinking]

Come on...

[wood squeaks]

Come on...

[pigs oinking]

[soft music]

One day, a man went to
take a walk into town.

On his way home he saw a little
dog which had hurt his leg

The poor dog was so lame

he could not lift his foot off
the ground without great pain.

[distant crow cawing]

[Lucas sighs]

Aren't you gonna eat, Lucas?

[Lucas] I'll have
mine later, Jacob.

[water dripping]

[gentle music]

[chicken clucking, pig oinking]

[chickens clucking]

Lucas, look!

[suspenseful music]

[distant horse neighing]

[gun cocks]

[clanks]

[solemn music]

[market chatter]

[Man] Get your ass over here!

[loud thud]

[man grunts]

[pigs oinking]

Sorriest God damn hogs I've
ever seen, Christ almighty.

2 and 25 per... 4 and
50 for the both of 'em

it's the best I can do.

In October you was giving 5 per.

It ain't October no more.

Christ, this Gilt's
as scrawny as you are.

What about one of the horses?

4 and 50 for the hogs...

25 for the swayback
in addition. Deal?

[Lucas] I'll take that
cornmeal right there

and the rye flour...

Some beans and that hard bread.

Okay... let's see...

That's a quarter dollar
for the bread times two.

Even dollar for the beans

and 3 and 50 for the
meal and the flour.

Say uh, Tom Langtry come by...

Tom the older, not his
boy up in Stafford.

Remarked that he might be in the
market for some land nearabout.

No, thanks, Mr. Cochrane.

- You sure, Lucas?
- [Lucas] We're fine, sir.

[Cochrane] It could
be a lot of money...

I'm gonna need another
pound of that salt beef...

A couple cans of molasses and
three sacks of that Indian corn.

All right, well that's
20 cents on the beef...

I keep the corn
down in the cellar

if you wanna bring
your wagon around

I'll go down and get it for you.

Okay.

Say uh... you think
the little one could

help his self to a candy stick?

Red Bird peppermint, I believe.

Okay. But you can't have
it til after supper, okay?

Jacob!

Heard his mama wasn't nothing
but a dried up old whore...

[Oldest Boy] Killed herself
all crazy from syphilis.

Shit!

That little son of
a bitch just bit me!

I said hold him, damnit!

You little bastard!

[Cochrane] All
right that's enough!

[oldest boy screams]

[Cochrane] That's enough!

[Gantry] What have
you done here?

What did you do to my boy?!

That's enough, I said!

Like hell it is!

That little grubstake
damn dear brained my son!

We didn't do nothing to him
pa, he just come at us...

You shut your coward mouth!

Charles!

You will not be beating this
or any other child in my store,

do you understand me?

Just let go... let go of me.

Lucas...

You better get on home now.

Go on, get your brother
and go, both of you.

Go!

Hey.

- [door opens]
- Get your boys.

[door closes]

They took my peppermint stick.

[thunder rumbling]

[Jacob] Lucas?

Someone's coming.

Stay put, you hear me?

That old Springfield's as
liable to blow up in your hands

as it is to fire off a shot.

You ain't got business here.

The hell I don't.

You laid that hickory to
my boy, you took on a debt.

I come to see it satisfied.

[Lucas] They was
beating on my brother.

One arm, I'll get
down off this horse

- and I'll whoop your ass...
- You keep quiet!

I ain't going with you.

The hell you ain't.

I got two hundred
beeves on contract...

You're gonna have to work
off what his broke arm

can't if'n I gotta
drag you outta here.

This is a hard land, son.

You might be between
the hay and the grass

but that don't make
it no less the case.

I'll come back 'round to
collect you in the morning.

[distant crow caws]

Get to sleep now.

Lucas?

What did Mama look like?

I can't remember.

[Lucas sobbing]

[birds chirping]

[brooding, tense music]

[Lucas panting]

[rhythmic, intense
music playing]

[Lucas groans]

[gun fired echoes]

[Gantry agonal breathing]

Lucas Hollister...

As you have been found guilty

of the murder of
Charles Edward Gantry

by a jury in good standing
in Sedgwick County

on this day, 4th
April, 18 and 82.

And though taking into account,
your youth and circumstances

by virtue of your prior
history with the deceased,

this court has no recourse

but to find this heinous
act premeditated.

As such, Lucas Hollister, I
hereby sentence you to hang...

Sentence to be carried out upon
construction of a suitable venue

and disptach of the
Hangman from Lincoln.

This court is adjourned.

[gavel thuds]

[emotional music playing]

[Town Father] I can
appreciate that you've come

quite a distance, Ms. Bassett,

but we can't just...

[Evelyn] Do not speak to
me as if we are acquainted,

Mr. Tyrell.

[Town Father] I do apologize,
Ms. Bassett, but again...

The distance I have traveled
is of no consequence

to this discussion.

[Town Father] The boy's
been tried, Ms. Bassett,

- he's been convicted...
- In Hayesville.

Yes but...

A saltlick backwater
to say the least.

[Town Father] Please try and
understand, Ms. Bassett...

I will hire a lawyer. I'll
appeal to the state court.

[Judge] I am a judge of the
state court, Ms. Bassett...

Duly appointed by Territorial
Governor John Geary

in 18 and 54.

27 years on in Sedgwick.

And while I esteem your call

- to plead the boy's...
- To hell with your esteem.

Psalm 82:3...

Give justice to the weak
and to the fatherless.

[door opens] [footsteps]

Do you know me?

No, Ma'am.

Look at me when you speak.

Barely a sprout you are.

They tell me I'm kin to you.

Your mother was
Wilhelmina Hollister?

My name is Evelyn Bassett.

Bassetts of Sheridan County.

I was Aunt to your mother.

Though it's been some years
since we had occasion.

I thought it only
proper to come.

Can you help me?

It appears my entreaties
have fallen upon deaf ears.

What'll happen to my brother?

Arrangements will
have to be made.

A boy's home?

I expect.

Can you take him?

Certainly not.

He won't have no
one once I'm gone.

I'm an old woman, Lucas.

This is simply
the way of things.

Why'd you come then?

To see for myself.

Your mother was very dear
to me when she was a child.

I'm afraid I have to
take my leave of you.

I'm sorry I couldn't
have done more.

[door opens, closes]

[unsettling, tense music]

- [bell tolling]
- [market chatter]

[distant coughing]

[Wood sighs]

[soft, emotional music playing]

[distant coughing]

[coughing]

Shhhh...

My little Angel...

I know...

Mommy knows.

- [Benjamin coughing]
- My little Angel.

It's okay, my darling.

Dear Lord, please take
mercy on this child.

[Benjamin coughs hard]

You hate him for it, don't you?

What?

For dying.

For making you hurt.

[Benjamin coughing]

Don't say that in front of him.

You think you can
fix anything, Wood...

But you can't fix this.

Why can't you look at him?

Why can't you look at me?

[Benjamin coughing]

[door closes]

[gun cocks]

I wanna bring these sons
of bitches in clean, Drum.

Don't bother me none.

Should we bring Pete along?

Why wake the Sheriff?

[door opens, closes]

They's up there a piece
outside the hotel.

Looks to be four or five of 'em.

Charlie Blake, Frank Leslie...

Rest of 'em's Mexicans
and Half Breeds.

Anybody put eyes to the girl?

[Enlgish] Not that
I seen, Marshall.

[Blake] Y'all come for
piece of Charlie Blake?

[Enlgish] God damn
Bullwhackers...

They been at it all
night in there...

Liquor and every
other damn thing.

Drum, you got the left,

Tom, stay right of me.

Keep your head.

If anything happens, get low.

Put that gun down,
Charlie Blake.

We just come to disarm you.

Y'all the ones been
hitting them cowtowns

and Shoshone villages

on the Northern trail up
from Nebraska, Charlie?

Huh? don't even bother
robbing 'em no more

you just go straight
to killing 'em?

I'll tell you square...

This ain't a country
I recognize no more!

White man made to answer
for taking a heathen scalp?!

Don't you do it, Charlie.

[gunfire]

- [rapid gunfire]
- [Blake grunts]

[rapid gunfire]

[grunts] They got me, Dan!

[groans] Those
cocksuckers got me.

[Drum] Christ's sake,
somebody get the Doc!

[distant horse neighing]

[emotional music]

(non-English speech): I
am alive. I am not dead.

[door opens, closes]

Little one can't fall asleep
unless he's with his brother.

Just keeps cryin' and cryin.'

Come on, little one.

[Jacob] Lucas...

I wish I could...

We just can't raise
up a little one.

Not with Mrs.
Cochrane's ailments.

Yeah. That's all right, Bill.

Come on.

[door opens]

[Drunk Cowboy] Son of a
bitch calls me on the prod?

I don't care a continental
that's meant for play...

Soon as that boy swings, this
one's going in my scabbard

I'll tell you that right now.

You ever seen a
filigree like that?

And hey, what do you figure them
letters is for, huh? That C.R.?

Shut your damn mouth,
Charlie Culliver!

That ain't but a boy in there,
you addle-headed son of a bitch!

Okay then, Bill.

Damnit, I am unwell!

[distant dog barking]

[platform squeaks]

[Long sighs]

Can I get you anything, Lucas?

You hungry?

All right.

[door opens, closes]

[unsettling, tense music]

[floor creaking]

[gun cocks]

[gunfire]

[rattling]

[overlapping grunting, clanking]

- [loud thud]
- [man grunts]

[footsteps approaching]

[keys jingling]

[gate clanks]

You don't look like much.

Come on outta there.

Mister, I don't know you.

No, no, wait! Sheriff!

[punch thrown]

[weak, hoarse breathing]

[distant horse neighs]

Who the hell's cuttin'
the wolf loose out here?

You get away from
that boy, Mister.

God in Heaven.

Put it down.

You tell any son of a
bitch who comes after me...

That he will shake hands
with the devil himself.

Harland-by-God-Rust

[horse neighs]

[horse snorts]

[Lucas shudders]

What'd you do to me?

Mister, what do
you want with me?

Did you kill those men?

Are you gonna kill me?

I... I can't leave my brother...

I gotta go back.

[Lucas groans]

There ain't no going back.

We're taking to
the tall timbers.

Straight to the Blackfoot
Highlands til nightfall.

Now you do what I say...

And you might still be
alive when we get there.

Who are you?

This ain't no game, boy.

I say ride, we ride,
I say eat, we eat

I say sleep, we sleep.
That's who I am.

Now get on that horse.

[eagle screeching]

I'm calling for six
men to come forward

and light a shuck after
the Hollister Boy...

And that murderous son of a
bitch what shinned out with him.

That's 25 dollars for any man
that posse's up, plus expenses.

Tom Long!

Charlie Culliver!

There's not one man in this town
with the grit to call to account

for what's been done
to these fine men?!

[lively music]

[party chatter]

Drink with me, Marshal!

Tanglefoot Mash.

Go away.

Do I offend, Marshal?

Do I cause umbrage?

Does the idea of
bending an elbow

with a Bullwhacker
like me cause recoil?

Is that what you're saying?

I'm saying take
your air elsewhere.

Shame them cowboys what got
Buck English and Tom Skinner

wasn't up to task
with you last week.

Wood fucking Helm.

You just can't shut the
fuck up, can you, huh?!

It ain't in your nature.

Wood, Wood! Hey,
buddy, I got you...

Harley, you get the
hell outta here!

Come on, Wood.

All right, God damnit...

What the fuck are
you all lookin' at?

Et invinies in omnibus...

What the fucking Jesuits
taught me, fucking martyrs...

You know what that means?

You will find God in all things.

That's a good one, ain't it?

Come on, why don't
you get yourself

out of the main
thoroughfare, huh?

You're gonna get
yourself hit, Wood.

Can you explain
to me where God is

up in that bedroom with my boy?

Can you explain his
part in that to me?

No, I can't. I'm sorry, Wood.

The shit I seen...

The shit I done.

I knew a long time ago
there ain't no God.

Woulda been nice to
have been wrong though.

[pensive music]

[horse neighing]

You stay put.

What part of stay
put don't you savvy?

It ain't even dark yet,
why are we stopping?

We're gonna sage
hen it right here.

Who in the hell are you, mister?

Mister, I asked you a question.

Name's Rust.

I ain't ever heard of
nobody called Rust.

Your ma Wilhelmina
was my little girl.

She run off when she was
young and married your pa.

That's a damn lie.

My mama didn't have no pa,
said hers died in the war.

Your ma was a Rust
to the manner born.

Just like you.

That lever belonged to my
Grandaddy Coleman Rust.

He left his mark right
there on the hilt.

Don't come no closer.

Give me that rifle, boy.

You're a murderer.

Well, that's something
we have in common.

You can go to hell.

Next time you wanna
kill somebody,

you make sure you
lever one in there.

Go twice then for all I care.

First one's gentle.

Next one won't be.

What were you
looking at up there?

This is Shoshone territory.

That scrub cypress
there's a warning sign.

What's left of the Northern
Shoshone been warring

with the settlement militia

all up and down the Big Horn
Plateau ever since Bear River.

Be a shame if we wandered
onto their territory

and they mistook us
for Syracuse Minutemen

and we ended up
losing our scalps.

We'll go around
'em in the morning.

Anybody ever teach
you to set a snare?

Yeah.

Let's go then.

Trail coming outta
the briar patch,

you look close.

[rabbit whinning]

Hold this.

Have you ever seen a man hang?

[Rust] Once or twice.

What was it like?

Ain't the kind of thing
a man should dwell on.

[rabbit bone cracks]

[Rust panting]

Skin this.

Then throw him on the fire.

[distant horse neighs]

Elwood.

[clears throat] Laurence.

Thank you.

God damn.

You're the one made
it, I'd reckon.

I miss your telegram, Laurence?

Just rode in this morning.

What's the salt
up in Hayesville?

A man come to town,

kill't Tom Long
and two Deputies...

Sprung the boy, what I
understand he didn't go willing.

Harland Rust.

So they claim.

The same Harland Rust
what murdered Hick Roberts

up in Lincoln back in '67...

Dynamited all them banks
up and down Arkansas,

what was that, '72?

Yeah.

Done that robbery
down in Crowley too.

1868, him and the
Alvord Stiles Gang,

killed five men.

If I had to guess, he's headed
for the Southern Plains.

[Stilwell] Injun territory.

Yeah. Settlement's are scarce.

Only jurisdiction belongs
to the U.S. Government.

The boy had an Aunt on his
Mother's side come calling

on his behalf two days prior.

Evelyn Bassett, up
from Sheridan County.

That mean something?

Probably it don't.

I want this son
of a bitch, Wood.

It's been going on eight years

since anyone's
seen hide nor hair.

I'll give you men,
resources, whatever you need.

Be best if I travel light.

At least take Dick Miller along.

He's gonna be riding
in this afternoon.

Christ's sake, Laurence...

If it's getting to where you
can't throw a rope out there

without catching it on someone

I'd prefer you had more
backup than just Drum

and them two Shitkickers
out of Atchison.

I never met nobody hunted
a man like you, Wood.

Never met nobody who kept
files and used forensics

and whatnot

instead of just relying on
good old fashioned pursuit

and capture.

How's your boy?

All right then, Wood.

[door opens, closes]

[flames crackling]

[intense music builds up]

[Lucas panting]

You just got
yourself killed, boy.

You really think you stand
some kind of a chance

out here alone,
instead of with me?

You know what happens
when a man hangs?

If he's lucky, his neck
snaps clean and that's that.

And if'n he ain't, well...
he dangles for a spell.

Messes his trousers,
eyes pop out,

go coal black while
he chokes to death...

Might not die
straight away neither.

Might take an hour...

Or two.

You really in such an all-fire
hurry to back to that?!

What do you care?

I'll tell you what...

You show me all the folks
you got lined up that do,

and I'll leave you be.

[pensive music]

[melancholy music]

[water dripping]

It's a Godless thing,

keeping a man from
burial like this.

You can bury him now.

You sure you don't wanna stop
off any place else, Wood?

I'm sure Rust would appreciate
getting out of Wyoming quick

as we can let him.

Shut your cockholster.

You don't look like her.

Her manner wasn't nothing
like yours neither.

My mother was a spirited woman.

My pa used to say a man
that looks over his shoulder

on a straight piece of road

ain't a man that
led an honest life.

Might as well be talking to your
horse as much as you got to say.

Better traveling companion too.

He doesn't ask as many
questions as you do,

I'll give him that.

Let's stop here.

- Ha!
- [horse neighs]

What'd you do that for?

He was spent. You could
tell from his breath.

Panic'll take hold and he'll
run for miles then he'll drop.

Anyone coming for us'll have
to account for those tracks.

We'll ride two up.

I don't know what to call you.

[Rust] Call me how you like.

Will you at least tell me
where you're taking me?

New Mexico. South of the
Mescalero Reservation,

town called Masilla.

What's in Masilla?

Man, I used to ride with.

I send word, he'll take
us to the Mexican side

of El Paso, Guadalupe.

There's an Anglican
school there.

I can't speak Spanish.

So we should go
back to Hayesville?

These folks are from up North.

Teach wetbacks how to speak
English proper and the like.

No lawman North of El
Paso can come for you...

No bounty hunter would
think to look there either.

I don't want to go to Mexico.

Want don't enter into it.

There's alive and there's ain't.
Try to focus on the former.

What about you? Will
you stay in Mexico?

The food don't set
with me. Come on.

She never mentioned you.
My Mother, not once.

[Rust] I expect.

[unsettling music]

[Tolliver laughs]

[Fenton] Tolliver.

Preacher!

Christ, look at
this sorry rawheel.

Man from the railroad'll be
by tomorrow to collect him...

Take him back to
Missouri to hang.

Now what's an old reb like you

doing this West of
Kentucky anyhow?

Fuckin' your mother. [laughs]

[Reb grunts]

Oh, a telegram come in for you.

Thousand dollar
bounty just went out.

That name mean anything
to you, Harland Rust?

He is the formidable sort.

To merit a thousand
dollar's I'd reckon so.

God bless the wicked.

For they continue
to pay my bills.

[Tolliver chuckles]

[solemn music]

Come on. Come on...

Don't be scared...

Don't be scared now.

Hey.

[Boone] Come on.
Hey, you got it.

Hey, shithead.

Hey!

The devil what
stuck me with you!

Yonder come three riders.

- [gun cocks]
- State your business!

Boone. Clete.

You're lookin'
prosperous as usual.

Wood Helm. Drum.

What the hell you
doin' out here?

We're traking a couple
fugitives headed South.

Man and a young boy, could use
you if you wanna ride along.

I don't know, Wood.
We got these hogs now.

Could pay you 200
each plus expenses.

You still uh... you still
making that Lagu Pierre beef?

I sure am.

Little clarified
butter in the pan...

Rosemary, I'll splash
in some of that Medeira.

I must confess, I've been
trying my hand at a nice

vol au vent fianciere
type pastry too.

Main ingredient's bullshit.

Bite your tongue!

Civilized men are conversatin.'

So what do you say?
You wanna come with?

Well now I ain't had no kinda
tender loving in a coon's age.

Maybe we could stop over if
it don't slow you up too much

I could take my
ease once or twice.

Good Lord.

What kinda snaggle-toothed
swamp donkey gonna let you

stick your pecker pole in 'em?

You shut your mouth.

Come over here! Come over
here and get your whoopin!'

[Boone] Come get your whoopin'
then! Come on, get it!

Come on! Come on!

[overlapping grunting]

[party chatter]

Mr. Lang, have you
met our Abigail?

Come down from Omaha last April.

Hello, Abigail.

Hello, Mr. Lang.

Y'all play nice now.

You traveling alone, honey?

A man never travels alone

when he has the Good
Book with him, Ma'am.

That's how I come
to call my son.

It's just him and me.
He ain't but four.

Call't him Abel.

- Abel, son of Adam.
- Mm-hm.

Killed by his brother Cain.

Offered up the first born
of his flock to the Lord,

that is a fine Christian name.

If I may...

I am Appalachian by
way of being washed

in the blood of Christ

in the Loosahatchee
River, 1851...

Name of Fenton Lang.

Langs of Tennessee, Polk
County, third generation,

going all the way back

to my Great Grandaddy
Preston Lang.

Though folks have taken
to calling me Preacher

on account of me being filled
with the word like I am.

You know I wonder at times
if that ain't in fact

meant to be sharp
in connotation.

[Abigail giggles]

[sighs] Oh Lord.

I am prone to the
sermon I'm afraid.

May I give you my testimony?

As long as it comes
with ten dollars

and a hard cock at the end of it

you can give me
whatever you like.

Let's hope the Lord
takes care of the second.

[Abigail moans]

So what brings you to
Ellsworth, Mr. Lang?

I'm a bounty hunter.

It's a trade that goes back
generations in my family.

You see, the Polk County Langs

have a proud tradition more
than a hundred years back

of chasing down runaway
slaves in Tennessee

and up into Kentucky.

I was taught by my
Daddy and him by his.

The patrol I was in
brought to account

more than a hundred
of them runaways.

I killed nine by my own hand.

You know I was just
eighteen years old

when I brought three
members of the Halifax Gang

to trial in Alabama.

I guess word just
spread out from there.

I think I'll excuse myself.

Hey.

Why don't you just
sit for a while.

It's your turn.

So tell me.

What makes a pretty
little thing like you

sell her soul to the devil?

[gentle music]

Two weary travelers coming in!

Identify yourselves!

Merrit Cecil White here.
Down from South Dakota.

My Grandson Pete.

Cabin's full up.

We've been on the
trail since sun up.

Boy needs a place
to set for a while.

You don't look like no
kinda' road agents, I reckon.

Willard LeRoy here.

This here chawed up
scrap of weed's Emmett.

Evenin.'

Come on and warm
yourself by the fire.

Help yourself to some
of this Arbuckle's.

I find it to be an indispensable
and unfailing beverage

more and more these
days I must confess.

Serve it with every meal.

No, it'll just keep
me up all the more.

So... where y'all headed?

Arizona. Copper mine
outside of Smith's Mill.

Promise of work there.

Hell of a long way
to come on one hoss.

We had a nice
Tennessee walking horse

tore a ligament
outside of Greensburg,

we had to put her down.

[Lucas coughs]

[boisterous laughter]

He's as green as salt cedar!

Yeah... we're headed to
Arkansas by way of Wyoming.

Changing world these days, you
make your living as a trapper.

Fur done gone belly up,

what with the Bison
being all hunted out

and waning appetites
for beaver skins...

Ain't but a handful of
trappers like him and me left.

Pretty soon, I'll be sittin'
in some finery somewhere

Sellin' Ladies
delicates. [laughing]

Well it's fixin'
to get dark out.

Y'all feel free to lay them
bedrolls out here by the fire.

[gun cocks]

Easy now, boy. Keep them
hands from drifting.

I don't understand...

It's a thousand dollars,
boy. Don't take it personal.

Relieve yourself
of that longbore.

I reckon you'll kill
me even if I do.

Skin yourself I said or I'll
take the starch out right here!

[Emmett] Willard!

[intense music]

[both straining]

[wet welch]

[Rust] Don't come
out til I say.

Oh, shit. Can't believe it!

I'm shot!!

Please!!

Please... Mister, please
please please please please no!

Please!! Please please!!

[gunfire]

- What did you do?
- We gotta go now.

What did you do?!

What I had to do!

[Lucas] He was barely
older than I was.

That Winchester was plenty old.

This is Indian territory.

Apache, Comanche, Arapaho...

Any one of 'em's liable
to have heard that shot.

We gotta peel hide
outta here now.

I don't wanna do this anymore,

- I can't...
- Lucas...

I don't wanna do this anymore!

I just want everything to
go back to the way it was.

I wanna go back to the
farm with my brother

and I want everyone
to leave us alone!

God damnit, stop it!

[Lucas] I can't!

Lucas, you ain't a boy no more!

My guess is you ain't
been a boy for a while

now you might have been dealt
a bum hand on that score

but that's the way it is

and cryin' don't
make it no different.

It's just gonna
make you weak to it.

Now come on.

[soft, pensive music]

[thunder roars]

[knocks on door]

Ms. Bassett?

Wood Helm, Ma'am.

United States Marshals
out of Sedgwick County.

Wonder if I could talk to
you about Lucas Hollister.

I suppose you'd
better come in then.

[Wood] Earl Bassett,
he was your husband?

He was.

Taken eleven years
ago this April.

This is your father?

Along with my sister
and brother and myself.

Taken in Chicago, we
were born and raised.

I believe he was 36 at the time.

I understand you
went to Hayesville

to see the Hollister boy.

I did.

He's kin to you?

His mother was my niece.

Daughter to my
sister-in-law, Celia.

It seemed only proper that I go.

Has the boy reached out
to you, Ms. Bassett?

His name is Lucas.

I expect that makes it
easier for you, doesn't it?

The Hollister boy.

I expect that if you were to
call him by his given name,

it would make him an actual
living, breathing child

rather than another faceless
bounty you're after.

Not one to mince words, are you?

The wise man speaks because
he has something to say.

The fool speaks because
he must say something.

Aristotle?

Plato. You're an educated man.

Much as I need to be.

How do you know Harland
Rust, Ms. Bassett?

If you have any further
inquiries, Mr. Helm,

I encourage you to direct
them to my attorney,

Robert Clay Allison in Sherman.

You weren't born a Bassett.
You married the name.

Who'd you say your father was?

Who's Harland Rust
to you, Ms. Bassett?

Marshal...

I'm afraid this conversation
has reached its dispatch.

He's kin to you,

ain't he?

Your brother?

Good day, Ms. Bassett.

He wasn't always like
this, the man he became.

You don't know him.

Did you tell him about
his Grandson, Ms. Bassett?

Please go.

Ma'am.

[door closes]

Who are they?

Kiowa.

[Lucas] They hostiles?

Depends on who you ask.

What's that paint on the horses?

Means they're a raiding party.

Ain't bound by no reservation.

They'll be hunting Ute and
Navajo clear down to Mexico.

So what do we do?

We wait.

We give them their way,
they'll give us our way.

[indistinct chatter]

I'm gonna send
word on to Masilla.

Scare us up some chuck too,

you're lookin' a little
narrow around the equator.

What's that?

What?

What just come
outta your pocket.

[Lucas] Nothing.

- Give it to me.
- I said it ain't nothing.

I said give it to me.

"Dear Jacob. I want you
to know that I am fine..."

Listen, I was just...

Damnit, boy!

I was just trying to let
him know I'm all right.

Have you lost your damn rudder,

you send this, it would draw
a line straight back to us.

We ain't seen nobody coming...

There's always somebody coming.

Them two at the cabin,
they knew who we were,

that means there's
money out on us,

dead or alive, you savvy that?

Who cares anyway, you
cranky old mule...

Hey, let me tell you something,
I'm not your Daddy...

It's not my job to
take care of you,

it's to keep you alive.

Now you tuck them horses away,

if anything happens you ride
outta here and you ride fast.

You understand?

Do you understand?

Yes.

[market chatter]

[distant harmonica playing]

Y'all are taking your last
looks at Henry Clay Pickett.

Was whiskey done him in.

Whiskey and whores.

Never let it be said he
turned a crooked card...

nor that he done a man a bad
turn clear eyed and sober.

That's all I got, I guess.

Into your hands, oh Lord,
we humbly entrust this man.

Deliver him now from evil.
And bid him eternal rest.

[crowd gasps]

All right, that'll be 12
cents a word, dollar 56...

Thank you.

[dog whimpering]

Hey. I thought I
told you to stay put.

Now come on.

[soft, brooding music]

Will you stroll with me in
the promenade, my darling?

Voulez-vous marcher... avec
moi de l'eau... ma chérie?

What the hell are
you going on about?

It's called bettering
yourself, you dusty possum.

French as she is spoke.
A jest in sober earnest.

I dead myself in
envy to see her.

Je meurs d'envie de...

If brains was knives you
couldn't cut hot butter.

That's good cornmeal
you're wasting.

Do you take umbrage?

You takin' umbrage?

L'air n'est-il pas charmant
à cette de la journée?

Isn't the sky lovely
this time of day?

Yeah.

You're wasting it again,
I'm warning you, Clete.

- Do you take umbrage?
- You take umbrage?

Defend yourself, you
muley lipped cocksucker!

Hiya!

Grease bellied cocksucker
I will do you harm!

[Miller] Hey God damnit.
Knock that shit off.

[Boone] I'm gonna
beat you to a pulp!

You know, we ain't got
time for such nonsense.

By all means.

[Boone] You take
umbrage?! Huh?!

I'm tired of your shit!

[overlapping grunting]

I said pull in your
horns God damnit, now!

I wouldn't do that
if I was you, no,

that's just gonna rile him up.

This one bucks
close to the ground,

he'll fight you til
hell freezes over.

Then he'll skate on the ice.

Then what would you
recommend, Drum?

I don't know, Miller.

You're the one that
got off your horse.

Hey, Boone.

[gunfire echoes]

Don't make me tell your
ma you two was scrappin.'

Yeah...

Dead as corned beef these two.

A couple Apache come
across 'em, brung 'em here.

County'll pay 20 dollars per so

as to discourage folk
from trading the teeth

and the eyeballs and the like.

[Drum] Blue River
trail area, you say?

That dugout hollow
in that dog leg,

two day's ride from Windy Hill.

Oh yeah...

Got a little bite to it.

See here?

Bowie knife. Got them jagged
little teeth on the spine.

Same pigsticker kill't Tom
Long, I had to venture a guess.

Buzzards startin' to
gather out yonder.

What do you mean?

Scavengers. They
come for the bodies.

The hell you say.

Fella from the county's
supposed to come out

with the mail wagon Wednesday...

Take them trappers and
the post on to Garfield.

Looks like them fellers
ain't gonna wait.

Say hello, Clete.

[Drum laughs]

Damn, Clete, you could back
a buzzard off a gut wagon,

but that was a damn fine shot.

God damn wind kicked up,

otherwise I'd have taken the
feather right off that bowler.

Well... Goodbye old paint,
for I am leaving Cheyenne.

Got an appetite like a
Coyote for a little scrap.

Like having a third
man riding along.

You all right?

I was just thinking
about my Mother.

It's funny, I can remember every
single thing about her dying

but I can't seem to
remember her face.

It's hard watching someone
getting taken slow like that.

I was the one kept care of her.

Think I was ten maybe, Jacob
was barely walking yet.

The fever just kept taking
little parts of her day by day.

Let's eat up.

Got a long day's ride
ahead of us tomorrow.

We keep up a good tilt, we'll
make New Mexico by nightfall.

What happened to you?

How do you mean?

Why are you so full of hate?

You know where I'm from?

Wyoming?

[laughs]

I'm from Chicago.

- No.
- Yeah.

My father was a newspaper
man, Harland Senior.

After my time with
the Fifth Regiment,

I come down to Oklahoma to farm

had me a hundred acre corn,
another fifty hard durum...

We got flooded out in '65...

Smith Norton Bank
took my land...

I dynamited those sons
of bitches in '66.

And two more banks up
the Ottawa Trail in '67.

I have not been
on speaking terms

with the law ever since.

My grandfather Coleman Rust,
he fought in the Apache Wars...

Kill't himself 38 Apaches
using this very rifle.

Used to stay with
us when I was a boy.

Taught me the Ozark
back county. Jicarilla.

How to stalk deer in
the Chautauqua Hills.

That cedar line...

Like hunting a
whisper in the wind.

Not much paw and heller in that
anymore, not for an old man.

I mostly go from
place to place now.

Worked as a Brakeman... Run
mustangs in the Dakotas...

Mule skinner, foundryman...

Must get lonely.

A man makes his choices.

Did you know?

About my mother I mean?

I heard something last
August, I dont know...

I always thought I'd
have a chance to...

Some things in this life you
can't get back, I reckon.

[Man] Hey! Get back here!

Come here!

Whoa...

What's all the bother?

It's that reward went out.

Bunch of ditch riders and mail
order cowboys couldn't find

their ass with two
hands, you ask me.

Who's the reward on?

Somebody thought
they mighta seen

that Hollister boy yesterday

while they was
hangin' Henry Pickett.

Him and Harland Rust.

Thousand dollars out
on the both of 'em.

Bunch of hell for leather types

have been coming through
here steady since.

Thousand dollars, you say?

Well... Time to swap some lead

and have ourselves a
horse race, I suppose.

We best get a drag on.

He used to go on and
on about this rifle.

My pa.

He'd strip it down every week,

polish everything all the
way down to the springs.

This Henry...

It's ruined the life of almost
anyone it's ever come across.

Them Apaches... mine,
Charles Gantry's...

My father's.

How do you mean?

[Lucas] He killed
himself with this rifle

a year after my mother passed.

You're lookin' poorly.

Gettin' ready to boil.

Man I used to ride with about
a half day North of Arnett.

We'll go stay
with him. Come on.

[gentle music]

Your pa about?

What do you want?

Lookin' for Chunk Bowdre.

I remember you.

Figured you for dead.

[Rust] Chunk about?

You're five years too late.

Bunch of men in hoods
come for him one night

for something y'all done up
in Nebraska 20 years ago.

They strung him up from that
Mexican Blue Oak out yonder.

Hoping they mighta' found what
rock you was hiding under too.

The boy needs a bed.

Ain't no bed
here. Not for you.

Not for any of you murdering
bastards ever run with Chunk.

My condolences.

You can take your condolences
the hell outta here.

And don't never come back.

You look after him, all right?

Appreciate it.

Frank Bascom.

You old alkalied
mule, how you keepin?'

Wood Helm.

Well I don't travel like a Colt
no more but I ain't complaining.

[Wood] I was wondering
if you still had

that old 40 rod Sharps...

Heading into
unorganized territory

and I'd like to have something
with a little more range

than that old Remington
Rolling Block.

Laurence Stilwell sent
word from Ledford...

Fella from the telegraph
office brung it over.

I'm sorry, Wood.

All right then.

[thunder roaring]

[Lucas panting weakly]

Hey whoa...

Lucas...

Whoa... Whoa whoa...

[thunder roaring]

[dramatic music]

Hah!

[Lucas shivering]

Shhhh...

Be still now.

I don't think it's Typhoid.

Cholera neither, his
back ain't all rigid

and I don't see no spots.
I got some things here...

see if I can make something
maybe to break his fever.

I'm sorry...

Mama...

Quiet now...

I'm sorry!

Mama!

[owl hooting]

He is as ugly as homemade sin,

but he knows how to
toss them pots around

I will give him that.

Old Boone's outdone
himself again.

Made some nice squab chicken...

some of these fried
parsnip cakes...

Little milk butter on 'em...

You oughta eat something, Wood.

No I'm good. Look,
look. Look here, look...

Little town called Mosquero,
other side of Dawes Pass...

Only place for a hundred
miles Rust can supply up

before he heads South.

I figure he'll be there
in two days' time.

Liable to be too many
folks on the trail

so he's gonna head
right up over this pass

Now we stick to the trail,

we'll beat him
there by half a day.

First chance we get, I'll
send word to Stilwell.

Maybe we oughta
wait a minute, Wood.

You know it occurs
to me that I...

I've survived just about
every lawman I ever...

I ever worked with.

You realize that, Drum?

Don't put me in the
ground just yet.

Apprehended 146 wanted men in
my career as a U.S. Marshal.

- Yeah?
- 18 of 'em I sent to hang.

Never did no damn good neither.

Certainly never seemed
to deter nobody.

[Drum] Well the only order
that exists in this world

is the order we impose.

A man loses sight of
that, he's got nothing.

You taught me that.

Last year, I brought
Tom Bell his self,

head of the Tom
Bell Gang to justice

for killing them two
fellers in Marysville.

When they asked Tom his final
words up on that scaffold,

he spoke with a peace

and a clarity I'd
never heard from a man.

Here's a man for whom the long,

hard road was finally over...

And it was with certainty
he was going off

to meet his great reward.

But the second they
pulled that lever,

I knew that was it.

There was no great
reward waiting on Tom.

Just eternity of nothing.

And that's all a man
gets in this world.

Eight years old, Drum.

[soft music]

[Mama] Lucas...

Lucas...

- Lucas!
- [Lucas gasps, panting]

See you got some
of your color back.

How long was I out for?

Day and a half.

You were in and out for most
of it til the fever broke.

Thanks.

[Kate singing indistinctly]

That's a fine pup you
got there, little man.

[Samuel] His name's Albert.

How long you had him?

[Samuel] Two days. Boy
and his grandpa come by.

Boy let me keep him.

Well ain't that a treat.

A boy and his grandpa you say.

[Kate] Samuel, who
you talkin' to?

Afternoon Ma'am.
Name's Fenton Lang.

Won't ask for but a
minute of your time.

You from the bank?

[Fenton] No, Ma'am.

We ain't lookin' to sell.

Well, Ma'am, I wouldn't
dream of asking.

You're widow to Chunk
Bowdre, that right?

Heard he'd been took a few
years back, my condolences.

You a friend of Chunk's?

Gosh, no Ma'am, quite the
opposite if I am to confess.

I'm the sort generally plays
Coyote to Chunk's jackrabbit

if you take my meaning.

You the law?

Not per se, Ma'am,

but I am registered official
with the State of Tennessee.

I am a bounty hunter by trade.

Dandy thing like you?

Truth be told, I'm just
passing through en route

to Fort McKinnley...

Managed to find myself
between watering holes

and wondered if I
might take the liberty.

[Kate sighs]

Well's 'round back.

Much obliged.

You hungry?

Some more of these Buckwheat
cakes for you, Mr. Lang?

I couldn't possibly, Ma'am.
I'm about ready to burst.

It's been a spell since
I cooked for a man.

Must be hard just the
two of you out here.

How long's it been?

Five years now.

Must get mighty
lonesome sometimes.

You sure you won't have
just one more, Mr. Lang?

Maybe just one.

[Kate laughing]

That is a nice laugh.

Good Heavens...

You have received the word.

Yes, I have.

He heals the broken-hearted...

He binds their wounds...

He's a father to
the fatherless...

A defender to widows is
God in his holy dwelling.

These last five years
must have been a chore

for you and the boy.

Chunk was no prize
by any means, but...

I do miss him sometimes.

Miss havin' a man
around the house.

When's the last time
someone's taken you to town...

Bought you a pretty
dress or the like?

No one's taken me to
town in a long time.

Samuel.

Take Albert outside to play.

[Samuel] Okay, Mama.

And don't come
back until I call.

[door opens, closes]

What'd the old man want, Kate?

Who?

The old man that
came by two days ago.

Had a young boy
travelin' alongside him.

What'd he want?

We ain't seen no
one like that...

[clattering]

Samuel told me a boy and his
grandpa give him that pup

not just two days ago.

He's imagining things.

Oh, deliver my soul
from lying lips

and a deceitful tongue.

He was here. Two days
ago, like you said.

I told him to leave and
that was the end of it.

Which way did they go?

South.

Down the valley.

You all horn and no
rattle, Mr. Lang?

Ma'am.

[Man] Harland Rust!

Harland Rust, present yourself!

Got me a seasoned gunhand
out here, old man!

Do not be foolish!

You ain't chasin' the
devil 'round this stump!

Show yourself I says!

[rapid gunfire]

Christ! God, I'm hit!

[Rust] Lucas!

I'm here!

[Rust] Run!

Get the rifle!

Rust!

You son of a whore!

[Lucas] Come on.

It's not so bad...

I just wanna rest
here for a minute...

Are you okay?

I'm all right...

I've had worse...

Don't fret none.

It's all right.

We're gonna be all right.

[wind whooshing]

You're bleeding pretty bad.

I've been hurt worse.

Yeah, but you're not...

What?

I'm not young anymore?

I didn't mean that.

I may be long in the tooth,

but I haven't had my
horns sawed off yet.

Yeah, but if we can't
stop the bleeding...

Lucas. It'll be all right.

I just have to rest
here for a spell.

You don't resemble
your mama none.

I know.

My father neither.

It's Celia.

Your grandma.

I married her after the war.

I was 38, she was 19, your
ma come the following year.

All went a cropper in '65.

Our boy Henry was born, the
next day she was out there

sandbagging with the rest of
us, trying to save the farm.

The flood?

Took everything we had.

Took my boy.

Bank come for the
land soon after that.

Celia wasn't the same anymore.

One day, she walked into
the South Grand River

and never come up.

Sent your Ma to live
with Celia's kin,

I figured I'd just... [sighs]

Cut picket and drift.

Why me?

How do you mean?

Why me and not her?

I don't know.

I was never much good to her
or anybody else, I guess.

How many men have you killed?

I don't remember.

That you, Ike?

My guns are in their leather.

You turn around and go back
the way you come, Preacher.

The old man do that to you?

He's a curly wolf
that son of a bitch.

Ain't togged out in no
sheep's wool neither.

Don't suppose you might flush
out a quail on my account.

I said git God damnit.

We ain't in no sod pawing
mood... [gun fired]

Which way?

He's headed over Dawes Pass.

Got about a half
day jump on you.

God bless.

[Rust coughing]

[horse neighs]

[Kiowa Warrior sreaming]

Don't come no closer!

Aim co-BAH!!

Aim co-BAH!! Aim co-BAH!!

Aim co-BAH!!

Aim co-BAH!!

Trade...

This gun for the horse.

For the horse... Trade...

Hay Stin ah-awn.

Hay Stin ah-awn!!

[Kiowa warriors screams happily]

Strange boy.

[Kiowa warriors screaming]

Come on, we're going in here!

Now these sorrels are
Injun broke mind you.

I'm tellin' you,

you ain't never seen a saddle
tramp better on a horse

than these Cayuse outta Oregon.

What they name them
horses for matter of fact.

Same as them Coo-e-tans...

Yeah, they's tryin' to make
'em all into farmers now,

you believe that?

Ain't never seen an Injun raise
nothing but hell on a scalp.

Well, look what just blew
in with the tumbleweeds.

[Lucas] I'm gonna
go find some help.

I don't need any help.

- You're gonna die if I don't.
- They's payin' 25

for a Kiowa scalp now,

50 for the whole
kit and kaboodle.

And a Kaw'll get you 75 per.

Is there a doctor nearabout?

There was one with a line
camp pulling up stakes

about half a mile
West from here.

He might still be there.

Stay here, I'll get
back as soon as I can.

Yeah I was there in
Nebraska back in '79,

just outside Fort Robinson...

Them Northern
Cheyenne got loose...

Them Winchesters
set to rolling...

[imitates gunfire]

Kill't 75 of them scalp lifters.

[distant horse neighs]

We came across three of them
Kiowa savages this morning

riding brush back through that

cross canyon six miles back.

One of 'em had the
prettiest Henry rifle

I ever put eyes on...

Nice alkaline gold filigree...

[Lucas gasps]

Stubborn mule just couldn't
let go of his Henry.

[laughter]

You know, supposedly
there's an old man and a boy

traveling South
through New Mexico...

They's offering a thousand
dollars on the both of them,

y'all hear that?

Then in these two
blow with the wind...

Hey, old friend, you look like
a corpse forgot to fall over.

Why don't you let
me buy you a drink?

Come on, a little coffin varnish

ain't gonna put your
soul at risk none.

Heaven ain't waitin'
on neither one of us.

Amen to that.

How about you cool that
saddle for spell and stand up?

This thumb buster I got dangling
at my side ain't no watch charm.

I don't pack it for
bluff nor ballast.

I'm a high line rider, old man.
I'm telling you to stand up.

[door opens]

Harland Rust.

I want you to stand
up nice and slow

and toss any shootin'
irons you got.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, we
was conversatin' here.

Conversation's over.

Who's that sayin' so?

The law.

Ain't no law around here.

Ain't no iteration he's
walking out of here with you.

Damnit! Damnit!

[Clete laughing]

He hoorawed you
good, didn't he?!

Shut the fuck up!

Put your fuckin' teeth away!

He's gonna die,
you gotta help him!

We're all gonna die.

[gunfire]

That bounty's mine!

[rapid gunfire]

[man grunts]

[rapid gunfire]

[horse neighs]

[rapid gunfire]

Lucas!

God damnit, Drum...

Aw Christ that's a God
damn two dollar shirt.

Go on.

[Miller grunts]

[tense music]

[Rust panting]

[Rust] Lucas...

No...

Come on...

Come on, get up...

[Fenton] You down
there, old man?

[suspenseful drum tempo]

I don't like your
chances much on foot...

I used to go hunting
with my Daddy...

[Fenton howling]

I want you to go now, boy.

And don't stop for nothing.

I'm gonna hold him
here as best I can.

I'm not leaving you...

[Fenton howling]

- You gotta go...
- No!

Come on!

[Boone] Son of a bitch!

God damnit!

Fuck!

Stay here and look after Drum!

God damnit you're not
going after him alone!

Skin yourself of that weapon...

Or I'll put a hole
in the boy's head.

I ain't one to make
idle threats, Mr. Rust.

Formidable my ass.

[Rust grunts]

[Lucas] No! No!

You let go of that
boy right now.

Whoa now, Marshal...

Just take it easy,
slow down now...

I'm on this bounty
all legal and proper,

we's on the same side

now don't be a sore
loser, I got here first.

Turn him loose,
we'll sort it out.

[Fenton] Can't do that.

Now you put that
head cutter down.

I'm giving you a lawful
order, turn him loose.

Put it down...

Down, down, down, down...

There you go.

Got more men coming.

Ain't no way out
but the way I come.

God will show me the way.

For I am his servant...

I am God's angel of
wrath to bring punishment

upon the evil doer...

And this boy has sinned.

And he must pay the price.

Now let me do God's work.

Oh, shit. [groans]

[Fenton sniffles]

Grandpa!

[Drum] No, don't touch it...

[Boone] Just keep
pressing on it!

Where's Harland Rust?

[gun cocks]

[grunts] God damnit...

How bad you hurt?

You're that Marshal
Helm out of Wyoming.

Nearly crossed
paths once or twice.

Twelve years ago in Missouri...

then again in
Sheridan County, '72.

The Federal Bank in Kingman.

That's right.

Make a deal with you Marshal...

Let him go... And
I'll come quiet.

I can't do that.

[Rust] He's not a killer.

That ain't up to me.

Thirteen year-old boy
goes back there to hang

for something that never
should have happened

in the first place?

Now where's the good in that?!

It ain't my job to decide that.

You got a son, Marshal?

You let the boy
ride outta here...

And all the bad that come
from what he done ends here.

Or...

You'll be the first man
I truly regret killing.

You gotta go now, Lucas.

Don't say that.

Them other lawmen are gonna
be ridin' up from Mosquero.

I want you to ride South

- a day to Masilla...
- I can't...

You're gonna be looking
for a man named Anselmo...

My sister she...

Everything's been arranged.

He's gonna take you to Mexico.

I can't do this by myself...

Yes, you can... yes, you can.

Now don't you cry
no tears for me...

You understand?

Never.

A man chooses who he is.

Don't you ever forget that.

Lucas.

Lucas. Go on.

Go on.

Elwood.

Laurence.

You all right?

Yeah.

Christ almighty. So
this is Harland Rust.

Where's the boy?

I asked you where's
the boy, God damnit?

He made a run for it.

Him and his horse
went into the ravine,

fell a hundred foot.

Kiowa scavengers come for him
before we could get to the body.

So I guess that's it then.

I reckon.

Get this son of a
bitch stitched up.

Ain't no point taking a
dead man back to hang.

- [rooster crowing]
- [bell tolling]

You the Hollister boy?

Harland's grandson?

Yes, sir.

The old man about?

It's just me now.

Okay.

Name's Anselmo.

I'm Lucas.

Lucas Rust.

[gate opens]

Sure you don't wanna come with?

Think I'll ride home alone.

All right then, Wood.

Hell of a job.

See you back in Sedgwick.

[Man] Hiya!

♪ Don't be afraid. ♪

♪ There's hole in change. ♪

♪ I am waiting I am waiting ♪

[Stilwell] It's time, Harland.

Get him up.

[crowd clamoring]

♪ I am waiting I am waiting ♪

Got a stiff rope
and a short drop

waitin' on you, old man.

♪ You won't be long now ♪

Go forth Christian
soul from this world

in the name of God
the almighty...

We pray Heavenly
Father, this day,

for your divine justice,
grace and mercy.

Amen.

Um... uh...

I think this man's
dead, Marshal.

Kill him twice then.

Lucas!

♪ There is breaking ♪

♪ The man I used to be ♪

♪ Older and love ♪

♪ Love is, love is an answer ♪

♪ I wasn't asking for ♪

♪ But my own feeling ♪

♪ I need a hero ♪

♪ Make believe
you'll be the hero ♪

♪ I know ♪

♪ some things don't
change with time ♪

♪ When you're on my mind ♪

♪ I've tried ♪

♪ So tell me ♪

♪ your story ♪

♪ I've been a killer ♪

♪ I've been a villain ♪

♪ But for a moment ♪

♪ I need a hero ♪

♪ Make believe,
I'll be the hero ♪

[""Rest" performed by Decant]

♪ Blue Ridge Mountains ♪

♪ Great grey dessert ♪

♪ I will miss this place ♪

♪ Forever ♪

♪ Silver lining ♪

♪ Golden prayer ♪

♪ How I'll see your face ♪

♪ Forever ♪

♪ At last ♪

♪ When I lay my body down ♪

♪ I lay my old coat down ♪

♪ I lay the bottle down ♪

♪ I lay these old bones down ♪

♪ I let my body down to rest ♪

♪ I let my arms down ♪

♪ I let my guard down ♪

♪ I let my own heart down ♪

♪ I lay my body down at last ♪

♪ At last ♪

♪ I lay my body down ♪

♪ At last ♪

[ending music theme]

[Joel VO] Coming back to
be part of the completion

of the filming of
Rust after the tragedy

that took Halyna's life was
the most difficult decision

I've ever had to make.

But I knew that it was the
wish of Halyna's family

that her final word
not simply vanish,

that it could be
seen and appreciated,

that people would have the
opportunity to discover

how uniquely talented she was,

that they could see the
world through her eyes,

even if just for a few hours.

For the crew that returned

and the new crew
members that joined us,

we completed Rust to
celebrate our friend Halyna

her art, her talent,

and the indelible
legacy she left behind.