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Muero pero mi alma no muere

los amare y los bendecir�
en el cielo

como lo hice en la tierra.

Thank you
for bringing me here.

So what is it?

What did you want
to say to me?

We... We don't have
to do it here.

Working with Standard Oil
is a bad idea.

You can't win.

You think I'm afraid of what
your father will do to me?

No, but whether you're afraid
or not ain't gonna stop him

from doing
what he's gonna do.

I'm trying to figure a way
through this.

A way
that keeps you safe.

Like what?

Wait.

Wait for what?

Me.
You.

The old man
can't live forever.

Maria, he... he... he's putting
me in control of the business.

And I'll provide for you now,
as much as I can,

and when I'm finally in charge,
all this will be yours.

I'm sure your brother would have
something to say about that.

And your wife.

Oh, she'd love the idea
of me being your kept woman.

It wouldn't be
like that.

It's not about the land.

It's not even about
the money.

Your father offered me
plenty of that.

What I want
is my father back.

I want my mother,
my brother, and my sister.

I want
my little nephew back.

I want those holes to be filled
with nothing but dirt.

I can't give you that.
I know.

That's why you're gonna testify
in my case.

About how your father
bribed a judge,

how he plotted the murder
of my family.

You're gonna tell the world
what is true, Peter.

You're gonna help me
clear my father's name.

That's what you owe me.

And that's what I want.

Will you just wait?

It's hard enough
asking for your help.

Don't make it harder.

I should take you
back to town now.

Thank you.

How you doing?

Good to see you.

Howdy.

Evening.

Take care, now.

Happy birthday.

Mm.

Thought about you
at work today.

Oh, yeah?

Yessir,
every meeting I had.

Which meetings?
Who'd you meet with?

No idea.

Hm.

What you thinking about?

Your daddy.

Please don't.

The other day,
when I ran into him,

he didn't seem
all that surprised.

He seemed...
Amused?

Yeah.
Yeah.

That's cuz he knows.

What?

No.

No!
Yep.

Yeah, I must've
been about...

13.

Hard times.

They were all still reeling
from Momma and Everett's deaths.

One night, I met up
with this rancher boy

and snuck back
into the house.

Daddy was there
waiting for me,

and I thought he was gonna
give me a whuppin'.

But, instead,
he poured me a whiskey

and said,
"Be more careful.

I cannot lose
another son."

I guess being raised Comanche
broadens the mind.

Yeah,
for the longest time,

I... I felt this enormous
gratitude to him,

you know,
for letting me be.

But then Pete got married
and had kids

and I saw how he was
with 'em.

He wasn't keeping quiet
just out of love for me.

He'd put me in a drawer

'cause I couldn't contribute
to his legacy.

Did you
even want children?

'Course.

What sort of man
doesn't want a son?

You still could.

Plenty of married men
with our ways.

Nah.

No, I see what Sally
goes through.

Pete doesn't love her.

She holds up the marriage
on her own.

I could never do that
to another woman.

Can we have some more booze
or something?

I thought this was supposed
to be a celebration.

Don't move.

Right over here.

Hold on a minute.
Hold on a minute.

All right, go ahead.

Good.

Wait outside.

You can cover up now.

Mr. McCullough.

Despite what the current
situation indicates,

I do believe
you're a man of substance.

What do you want?

What I want's for you
to come and work for me.

How's that?

Well, you have the ear
of some very powerful men,

about to start
a fantastic position

at this
Railroad Commission,

and, of course,
most importantly,

you can corroborate
Maria Garc�a's claims

in our lawsuit.

You want me
to betray my father.

What I have here...

it's an employment agreement.

You sign that

and that photograph
goes away,

and so do these
two police officers.

Do it.

What?
Sign it.

This is how you break away
from your father.

It's everything
you've been hoping for.

Now, there's a man
with a head on his shoulders,

and you ought
to listen to him.

All right, then.

Take them out
through the lobby.

Hands off me.

Put your hands
behind your back.

Put your wrists together.

You sure about this?

Got a full house
down there tonight.

Folks from
the legislature,

the Capitol, the bar.

And a reporter from
"The Statesman" for spice.

Okay.

Colonel, I appreciate you
having us over.

Though we're a bit late
in the season for quail.

Nah, it's gonna be a great day
for a shoot.

I'll say.

Charles, have Clarence here
come over

and get some
of those little pancakes.

- They're my momma's specialty.
- So I hear.

You've been a good
and loyal friend to this family

and the Colonel wanted you
to hear that directly from us.

See, my Uncle Phineas is set to take
a seat on the Railroad Commission.

They're gonna control oil
distribution for all of Texas.

- That so?
- Uh-huh.

I never heard of 'em. Well,
you're about to, make no mistake.

They're gonna be in charge of how
everyone moves oil around the state.

Set prices,
control production...

Needless to say, Standard's
gonna be pretty crippled

without a way to move
their product to market.

Well, this is a godsend.

We've been on tenterhooks
since the injunction.

I'm sure
you understand.

The announcement's
gonna be coming soon,

then we can all breathe
a sigh of relief.

Good morning, Colonel.

Niles.

You're not welcome
in this house.

I come in peace.

At a time like this,
neighbors should pitch in.

I'm here
to offer condolences.

Condolences for what?

You have not heard.

Oh, Lord.

I have put my foot in it,
haven't I?

Your son Phineas was arrested
on a sodomy charge

last night in Austin.

A deviant is a scourge
on any family.

As I understand it,
Phineas is currently

being scrubbed
from the public rolls

and drummed out
of government.

So, I imagine that
Railroad Commission spot...

One more word.

Come on, Niles.
Just one.

Sorry again you had to spend
the night in lock up.

I couldn't get
a straight answer

for why you were denied
a phone call.

Doesn't matter.

I'll be back later
with an advisor

who, uh,
knows how to...

well, let me just say

she's a master
of the better social sets.

She re-introduced
Senator Perkins to good society

when he was caught fiddlin'
with those little girls.

I am not
a child molester.

No.

'Course not.

Anyway...

you try to get some rest,

and, uh,
I'll see you later.

Don't forget this.

- I thought he was a bachelor.
- Didn't want to settle down.

I don't know. We never
talked about it, but hell.

Of course you knew.
We all did.

Since when?

Since forever.

You never said anything.

He's your brother.

Do I have to pack
a fancy dress?

No, we're not
going to celebrate.

But tell your brothers
to hurry up.

I want us to be on the road
in 15 minutes.

Yes, ma'am.

I'm surprised
this doesn't bother you.

I mean, it's a sin.

Well, maybe you don't know me
as well as you think you do.

Why doesn't it?

I know it should.

And I go to church,
and I read my Bible.

I just can't help
the way I feel.

Finn is my rock,
and...

I don't know.
I just love him.

Sal?

I'm sorry.

I really am.

For what?

For everything.

I shoulda
said it sooner.

You deserve better.

You're damn right
I do.

Go get packing.

He needs us.

Finn?

I'm so glad you're here.

We're gonna
get through it together.

Okay.
I swear.

Thankfully, the prosecutor
is an admirer of the Colonel's,

so we've come
to an understanding.

How much did that understanding
cost us?

The charges will be dropped.
That's all that matters.

What about the press?

We can't stop the stories
from running in the papers,

but we can discredit them
after they do.

How?

You're being framed
by Yankees

because you stood in the way
of their oil monopoly.

Standard Oil
paid a male prostitute

to break into your room
and strip down to his skivvies.

The man was a deviant,

and you helped the police
set a trap to catch him.

Yeah,
I'm not saying that.

You don't get
to dictate terms.

I'm sorry, son.

You gave up that right
when you dragged the family

into your personal life.

Olivia, this is, uh,
as good a time as any

to break out
the photographs.

Of course,
Colonel.

Phineas, as I explained
to your father,

an important part of
your public rehabilitation

is for you
to live your life

in a manner
that argues against

the fabric
of these allegations.

We'll get you active
in the local church,

we'll put you on the boards
of several notable charities,

and your wedding will be
a significant social event.

- My wedding.
- Yes.

I've selected some excellent
candidates for you.

Miss Cornish is a widow

and can't have children,
so you wouldn't be obligated

to perform the duties
of a husband.

Miss Kiley certainly
has the looks.

Wouldn't this face
look good on your mantel?

But you should know she's
been in and out of hospitals

for the last few years.

Her father's anxious
for her to meet a stable man.

And Miss Langford here
is a very interesting option.

Bright and articulate...
- Stop.

Just stop.

If I do this,

if I get married,

do I still have a shot

at salvaging
the Railroad Commission?

You best
let go of that.

They've pulled you
from consideration

and will deny
you were on any list.

So...

Uncle Phineas
has sex with men?

I-I mean, how is
that even possible?

You want me to draw you
a picture?

Come on,
I-it's disgusting.

I'm not the only one
who thinks that, right?

You sound
like a sheep, Jonas.

You were talking just
like they want us talking.

Who?
Our enemies.

They are trying to turn us
against each other.

You fell for it.

Baaah.

Stop it.
I'm not a sheep.

Baaah.

I'm just trying
to figure out

how I'm supposed
to act around him.

It's Uncle Phineas.

Just act normal.

He's not some different person
all of a sudden.

He was a different person
the whole time.

Don't creep around
like that.

What can I do for you?

I'm checking to see
if you need anything.

I do not.

How was your trip
to San Francisco?

Terrible.

I'm sorry.

You have my condolences.

For what?

I was talking about
the shitty weather.

I was told that
your son is dying.

Yeah, I bet. You and the hands
sitting around spreading gossip.

The rich old bitch
and her wasted pups.

Nobody meant
any disrespect.

Not about respect.

My boy Tommy
is lying in a hospital

half a country away.

All you know is I'm rich

and he goes around
with boys,

but y-you don't know
how funny he is

and how hard he worked
to please his dad.

W-What's your last name,
anyway?

Sanchez.

Ulises Sanchez.

Hmm.

Bet you any amount

that you have never
promised your child

that he would
grow old and be happy.

No, ma'am.

Don't... Don't
promise 'em nothing.

It might turn out
you're lying.

I'm happy
that you love your son.

You... You're surprised
or something?

Some mothers wouldn't.

Tommy being
the way that he is.

Who you love is nobody else's
damn business.

My Uncle Phineas
was a homo, too.

Best man I ever knew.

Protected me through dark,
dark times.

More of a father to me
than my real one was.

What happened...

to your real father?

Why?

I like to hear
family stories.

I guess I don't know
that many of my own.

His name was...

Pete.

I have no idea
what happened to him.

Anything else?

No, ma'am.
Thank you, ma'am.

Oye, Ulises.
Ven ac�.

�S�, patr�n?

Hello.

I'm Sally McCullough.

It's an honor
to meet you, ma'am.

I don't think we have
to be so formal, do we?

Formalities are a comfort,
if you don't mind.

Please.

How are you?

Well, I've seen
better days.

Can you get me
out of here?

I wish that I could.

They're gonna
court-martial me.

My sister's the only one
left in my family

who still speaks to me.

I send her half my pay.

She has a little boy.

They won't have money
for rent.

Look, we can help them
with that.

What would really help
is a phone call

from your father-in-law
to my commanding officer.

Come on.

He's the Comanche Gringo,
the First Son of Texas.

If Eli McCullough suddenly
wanted the Colorado River

on the other side
of the state house,

they'd move it for him.

The subject came up,

and he can't be seen
getting involved.

So, what?

This visit is the limit
of his influence?

I wish there was more.

Is that from Phineas?

Yes.

I don't want it.

Throw it away.

I can't.

Nothing in there
changes anything.

I'd never socialized
above my station before.

I won't make
that mistake again.

Oh, no, Phineas d...

God, he didn't
see you like that.

He felt close to you
very quickly.

And for him,
that's rare.

He wishes
he could be with you,

even now.

God, he's heartbroken,
I promise you.

Which prison is he in?

I have a feeling
he'll be fine.

How to choose,
I tell you?

Oh, Diane Culey
was a Parade Princess.

Princess?
Yeah.

At the Hogeye Fair,
two years running.

Consistency is a virtue.

And Miss Carley Hughes
raises chickens

and enjoys the fine art
of decoupage.

Ah, maybe
that's her now.

Don't get married, Finn.
Say no to him.

Ah, but Miss Rainier
is a mezzo-soprano

who adores The Beggar's Opera.

What a treat that
could turn out to...

Ever wonder
if we're cursed somehow?

This family.

I don't believe
in curses.

So what, then?

God testing us?
Punishing us?

God.

He doesn't give
a damn about us.

That's a hell
of a thing to say.

We are not being taken
to task for our sins.

We're playing
the game all wrong.

Our opponents are coming
at us bare knuckles

and we aren't willing
to take off our gloves.

Right, Daddy?

What's that
supposed to mean?

I'm damned if I know.

Excuse me a moment.

What the hell
are you thinking

bringing that shit up
in front of your brother?

I told you.
Huh?

I told you
she had to go.

I begged you
to listen to me.

If she had
quietly disappeared,

we would have stopped the
injunction, stopped the lawsuit.

I'd be on
the Railroad Commission,

and we'd have
our goddamn monopoly.

But you didn't have the stomach
because when it comes to Pete,

you have a blind spot.

And now look where we are.
Look where I am!

Son, I know
this is hard for you,

but I'm not to blame.

You know, I...

Last summer when it came time
to move against the Garc�as,

you got cold feet.

If I hadn't taken action,

we'd have lost everything.

Deny it, go ahead.

I told you
it was a mistake

to bring Pete home
after he sold us out,

but you insisted.

Y-You polished him up,
you put him in charge,

and what's the first thing
he did?

He forced you
to fire Niles Gilbert

and turn him against us.

And when Maria Garc�a
came at us,

the right thing to do

was to put a bullet
between her eyes.

But we didn't.
Why not?

You were scared
of losing Pete.

It makes me sick
how weak you are.

Comanche, my ass.

Everything okay?
Daddy?

Hey, where you going?

Daddy!

Some people use
two feathers.

Flies better
with three.

Fat Wolf said
to use two.

We use three.

There's Scalped-A-Dog's widow,
praying again.

She comes down here
every day.

I've seen her.

She's wasting her time.

What?

Prayers won't bring
her husband back.

She doesn't know that.

It's been two weeks,
Eli.

She should understand
he's dead by now.

Get on with her life.

Anything else is stupid.

You...
You have a cold heart.

Don't say things
like that, Eli.

It hurts me.
Does it?

Does it hurt you?

You killed
that woman's husband.

Are you sorry?

He deserved it.

That's not what I asked,
and you know it.

Are you sorry?

When I was a little girl,
my grossmutter told me a story.

It was about a soldier
who could no longer fight

because he had been wounded
in battle.

What does that have to
do with anything? Shh.

The soldier had no home,
no purpose left.

One day, not knowing
where to go,

he was walking through the woods
when he came across a witch.

She offered him
food and shelter

if he agreed to do
her chores for her.

Gardening,
chopping wood.

She also asked him to retrieve
a beautiful blue light of hers

that had fallen
down a well.

The soldier
went down to get it.

When he got there,

the blue light warmed his hands
and filled his spirit.

It healed
all of his pain.

When he was climbing back up
with the blue light,

the witch reached down
to get it from him.

He fought her off.

Didn't want to let go
of that blue light.

Is that the end?

The witch
had to kill him.

She took back
what was hers.

And you know what?

She wasn't sorry.

Your grandmother
told you that story?

Yes.

Well, it's horrible.

So is the world, Eli.

A soft heart is weakness.

Okay.

Ingrid.

Ingrid!

Ingrid, open the door.

Are you crazy?

You'll wake my husband
and the whole neighborhood.

- I need to talk.
- No, you can't be here.

I'm lost, Ingrid.

Oh, no, you're drunk
and full of self-pity.

Let's talk tomorrow.
I'll meet you somewhere.

Do you remember
the blue light?

The story you told me.
The soldier and the blue light.

Can you tell it
to me again?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

You have to leave.

Come on.
We should.

We should.
Should what?

Leave.

You and me.

I have my car.
We can drive to New Mexico.

You can still get big tracts
of land for pennies.

And do what?

And you can paint.

I can hunt deer
and javelinas.

Yeah.

Eli, I'm... I'm married.

Oh, that doesn't matter.

I have a life I've built,
and so do you.

And whatever
you're sad about today,

it will be different tomorrow.
No, that's not true.

That's not true.

We're the only two people
who really know each other.

Help me.

Help me remember
who I was,

and I'll help you.

I don't need help!

Ingrid?

- Oh, I'm begging you. Go.
- Shh, shh, shh.

Ingrid?
Go.

We have let this go on too long. No,
you don't mean that. You don't...

You can't ever
come here again!

No, Ingrid.
You don't mean that.

I can't be the person
you come to

when everything else
falls apart!

It's okay, Tom.

He's leaving.

And he won't be back.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Eli!

Ingrid! Ingrid!

Eli.

You changed your mind.
Yes.

Wait. Ingrid.

Wait!

Ingrid, wait! Wait!

Ingrid!

Ingrid, come back!
Wait for me!

Ingrid!

Ingrid!

Ingrid.

Good. You're here.

You can help me
when he comes out.

I can't do that.

God, you're a mess.

I can't do
what Phineas wants.

I can't stomach
any more bloodshed.

So, you're deciding
to surrender?

Just like that?
Not going to fight?

Who are you, Eli?

I'm a father.

You're a warrior, Eli!

Or at least
you used to be.

The young man I loved
would have knocked down

anything in his way
and never looked back.

Come on, Eli.

Take what you want
or it gets taken from you.

That light is yours, Eli.

It will solve all of your problems.
Ingrid...

But if you want it,
you have to take it from him.

No.

Coward.

Oh, man.

Oh, geez.

God.