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Life is a journey

defined by the choices we make.

Each decision shapes who
we are, and some decisions

carry immense weight not
only for us, but also

for the people we love.

What would you trade
to become the fastest

gunfighter in the world?

Anything?

Everything?

Well, I did.

All right, Silas, let's give
the people what they want.

Anytime you're ready.

I'm going to kill you, Harper.

Good day, Mr. Johnson.

Oh, Ms. Redding.

May I join you?

Please, have a seat.

Well, thank you, Mr. Johnson.

Please, call me Silas.

My apologies, Silas.

I am an old soul.

Thank you for
agreeing to see me.

You know, Silas, there are a
lot of interested Easterners

that are very eager to hear
about your accomplishments

out here in the West.

Would you mind if I asked
you a few questions?

No, ma'am, I
don't mind at all.

Excellent.

Now, for being a
famous gunfighter,

I can't help but notice that
you're not wearing a gun.

No, ma'am.

My gun-fighting days are over.

So you don't plan on
facing Wesley Harper?

I'm done killing folks.

Well, you're putting
me on, right, Silas?

I'm afraid not, Ms. Redding.

Well, you are going to
disappoint a lot of people

who have come to watch.

It's a gunfight of a century.

Men should never
forever silence

others to make a reputation.

I thought that
being a gunfighter

is a respectable thing.

But now I know it's not.

Be careful what you wish for.

That's right.

I wish I realized that sooner.

A gunfighter
with a conscience.

It's remarkable.

Why don't we start at
the very beginning?

Tell me about your first
gunfight with, yes, Rock Thomas.

Yes, Rock Thomas.

Well, that gunfight
happened right here

in this establishment,
just over there.

That
night, getting into a gunfight

was the last thing on my mind.

I went to the saloon to
visit a special lady.

Evening, Silas.

What can I get you?

Whiskey.

You got it.

Want some company, Silas?

Oh, yes, please.

Thanks.

How are you tonight, Rose?

Better now, and not just
because of the whiskey.

You know, Rose, I reckon
you're the most beautiful girl

I ever laid my eyes on.

Silas,
you are the sweetest.

You ever-- ever thought
about getting out of this town,

going somewhere different?

Yes, but-- what's
gotten into you, Silas?

You know I'm just a saloon girl.

Where would I go?

Well, I was thinking--

actually, I was hoping that you
and I could give it a chance,

start somewhere new.

What do you think about it?

Hey there, Rose.

Why don't you come give
Jack and I some attention?

I'm busy, Brock.

Why don't you ask Trixie?

No, little lady.

We want you now.

She said, leave her alone.

And?

What are you going
to do about it?

Nothing?

Look at the
size of this man.

Still yellow.

It's all right, Silas.

It's not all right, Rose.

I tell you what.

I got an idea.

Here we go.

Give me your hand.

Hand.

It's time to be a man.

Go on.

Stop!

Brock, leave him alone.

Come on.
Hey.

No, no, come on, boys.

Look, do I have to
go get the sheriff?

This is between him
and I. Now, go on.

Use it.

Hmm.

Ah, I got it.

There you go.

You got the drop
on me now, big boy.

Pull it.

Do something.

Do it!

Yeah.

Yeah.

I didn't figure for it.

Give it.

You were right not to pull on
me because I'd have killed you.

Hey, Silas.

Are you all right?

What's going on, Stubbs?

Brock.

You know, one day, he's going
to get what's coming to him.

Thanks, Stubbs, but
I think I'm going

to do my drinking elsewhere.

It stinks in here.

Night night, Deputy.

He does anything
else, just shoot him.

Wesley Harper, the
fastest gun in the West,

I bet he'd never get
pushed around like that.

He'd shoot Brock dead for it.

I'd sell my
soul to be just like him.

Why not be
like Wesley Harper,

have respect when you
walk down the street?

Hello?

Hello?

Thunder.

How did you?

How
would you like to be

recognized for a man who doesn't
take no lip from anybody?

Somebody give you
lip, well, you send

them right to the undertaker.

How the hell did
you get in here?

I've been here all
the time, Mr. Johnson.

How do you know my name?

Do I know you?

I know a lot about
you, Silas Johnson.

In fact, you may say that I
know everything about you.

You see, I was here
when your daddy died.

I was here when your
Bible-preaching mama slapped

you around, called you names for
the slightest thing out of line.

I was here when those
other kids made fun of you,

called you a coward.

When I was here tonight, you
backed out of that gunfight

with Brock Thomas.

Do you know all that?

Oh.

Ooh.

You see, I'm invested
in you, Silas Johnson.

So let's get right to
the point, shall we?

You see, I have a
proposition for you.

Now, I know that you are a
lot tougher than you think.

I am?

Yes.

You just never had what
it takes to stand up

to people who push you around.

And what's that?

Bravery.

Bravery.

How would you give me bravery?

Well, I've got
something that you want,

and you've got
something that I want.

What could I possibly
have that you want?

Well, it's a minor
item, something

less than insignificant.

In fact, if you put it
in the palm of your hand,

it would be no larger than this.

How did you do that?

Just that little item of
yours, no larger than a bullet.

I'll give you
everything you desire.

You'll be a man of courage, man
who's respected and admired.

You will be one of the greatest
gunfighters that ever lived.

They'll write dime novels
about you soon, my boy.

Never again will
people call you names.

Never again will
people put you down.

You'll have your heart's
desire to silence

any man who speaks against you.

But kill in silence.

Just like those
gunfighters in the books.

Call them out.

Drop them one by one.

Imagine never being
called a coward again,

having the respect
that you deserve,

get any woman he wants, for
instance, Rose,.

Rose.

How would you go
about doing that?

Time.

Yes, you see, anytime you
gunfight, time will stop,

which will give
you time to shoot

the scoundrel who offended you.

And when he hits the ground,
time, go back to normal.

People standing in the streets
will see nothing but a blur.

They'll think you're the
fastest gun that ever was.

But that's not
possible, mister.

Anything
is possible with me.

What is the atom of
mine do you desire?

Little fragment of
your being, little piece

of what makes Silas Johnson.

Your soul.

Wait a minute.

I know who you are.

Oh, and who am I?

Oh, dear God.

Not him.

You're the devil.

At your service, Mr. Johnson.

So what do you say, a
partnership of sorts?

You give me your soul.

In exchange, I will make you the
most famous gunfighter that ever

was, killing all contenders.

But if
you're the devil,

you can do whatever you want.

Why not just take it?

No, no, no, no, no.

Even I have my limitations.

A soul can be possessed only
if it's given willingly.

Now, if you don't
take this deal,

I'm not coming back here to
make another offer again.

You'll-- your life,
it'll continue

to worsen as you wallow when
people take advantage of you.

You live the way of the coward,
you will die an old, lonely man.

I'll throw one more
thing into the deal.

Do we have a deal?

Everyone will respect me?

Well, if they
don't, they won't

live long enough to regret it.

Come on.
Come on.

Come on.
Come on.

Think of all the lives
you could help by getting

rid of these scalawags.

What if I just wing 'em
so I don't have to kill 'em?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,

no.

I couldn't
go along with that.

You see, somebody gets shot,
they have the need for payback.

So you'd be looking over
your shoulder all the time.

Hey, this doesn't injure.

Every shot is fatal
to your opponent.

And I will kill any
man that challenges me?

Everyone and anyone.

All right, you have a deal.

Woo!

All right, all
right, that's good.

That's good.

Oh, one thing, if you don't
mind signing this contract,

we will be all set.

Well now, no time
like the present.

Why don't you pay a visit
to the saloon tonight?

Let the people know that Mr.
Silas Johnson is a changed man.

Silas, what are
you doing here?

Why are you back here?

There's something I gotta do.

Silas, Silas,
please, don't do this.

Why would you want to
be with a man that doesn't

even stick up for himself?

Silas, I came to
your cabin to talk--

Well, well, well, look
who's back for more.

You got a death wish, boy?

Jackie, look at that
new fancy shooting

iron he got on him there.

Yellow belly.

Stand away, Rose.

Oh, you're serious.

Look, look,
come on, fellas.

Why don't you let me
buy you both a drink--

Hey, you shut
your mouth, Stubbs!

I ain't going to tell you again.

Teach this boy a
lesson, final lesson.

You're a blowhard,
Brock, going through life,

putting down others.

That ends tonight.

Now, you apologize to these
good people, especially Rose.

And you leave town tonight.

Well, I was just
fooling with you before.

Now I ain't.

I'll make an example out of you.

Silas, the world will
be better off without him.

Do it, Silas.

Yes.

He didn't listen.

Oh, yes.

Well, think of Rose.

Ooh, Rose.

Do it, Silas.

Do it, Silas.

Do it now!

So what happened
when you got home?

It's like you were a
completely different person.

Well, I had to
go get my gun belt.

No, I'm serious.

There has to be more
to it than that.

It's like you had a
complete transformation.

Let's just say,
I found my courage.

And Ms. Rose, whatever
happened to her?

She--

But-- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

We will get to that.

Please, continue with your
second fight, Mr. Johnson--

Silas.

Well, it was about two
weeks after my gunfight

with Brock Thomas.

I was playing poker
in the saloon.

Fella's name was Wilbur Cane.

He was a cutthroat gambler,
known for his short temper

and a quick draw.

Is he any relation
to the infamous bank

robber, William Cain, who was
hung right here in Dry Creek

No, ma'am.

William Cain is spelled C-A-N-E.
Wilbur Cain is spelled C-A-I-N.

Well, what did this
Wilbur Cain accuse

you of, cheating at cards?

That's exactly right.

Yes, he did.

I'd been winning all day.

And Wilbur Cain, well,
he was tired of losing.

One hand today
didn't go my way.

You cheating son of a bitch.

Nobody's that lucky.

Relax, friend.

I don't think you want--

I don't think you want
to call this man a cheat.

I was here in this
establishment not two weeks ago.

And this man killed Brock
Thomas in a gunfight.

You know what?

You're a liar.

You're a cheat.

Stand back, Rose.

Ain't nobody
cheating you, friend.

- Now, come on.
- Shut up!

Play some cards!

You two charlatans
are in it together.

Careful, mister.

Talking like that'll
get you killed.

Is that right?

Did you see
his hand on the gun?

Did you hear me?

I said, did you see
his hand on a gun?

He was going to try
to kill you, even

though you never cheated
him, over a card game,

can you believe that?

And worse than that, he knows
what you did to Brock Thomas,

and he could care less.

Time people recognize you're
not a man to be pushed around.

Come on now, give this town
another reason to respect you.

Look at that skunk standing
over you, belittling you.

I don't know how
you put up with it.

You were going
to try and kill me?

Silas, are you OK?

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

Hang on.
Hang on here, Deputy.

This is all over.

This guy was prodding
Silas, and he tried

to buffalo him into a card.

So--

We'll get the Undertaker.

Move it!

Yes, sir.

Silas,
first Brock a couple

of weeks ago and now this,
what's gotten into you?

Deputy, he was going
to try and shoot me.

I understand that, and
they probably had it coming.

But this ain't like you, Silas.

This is me.

Well, let's go
see the sheriff.

Maybe he can talk
some sense into you.

Not right now, Deputy.

Silas, I'm not asking.

Let's go.

Be right back.

All right.

Silas, as long
as I've known you,

you haven't been the type to
go around looking for trouble.

Well, I've changed, Sheriff.

The days of me being
pushed around are over.

I ain't looking for trouble.

I ain't running from it either.

So what are you going
to do, go around just

shooting folks that offend you?

Killing's not good for the soul.

Soul?

Why'd you say that?

Hell, I don't know,
Silas, but killing

is one of the Commandments.

Murdering is the commandment.

Killing ain't.

And I murdered no one, Sheriff.

Well, legally that's correct.

But I reckon the Almighty looks
at all life as being sacred,

no matter what the
reason for killing.

You killed people, Sheriff.

I have.

And I'm paying the price.

But Silas, it just kind of
goes along with the job.

We're done, Sheriff?

We're done here.

Silas, how about paying
a visit to the preacher?

Not today, Deputy.

Gentlemen.

Silas, remember what I said.

Sheriff.

Deputy.

Something's going
on with Silas.

Maybe the preacher
can figure it out.

They better do
it pretty quick,

or he's going to end up dead.

All right, miss?

Silas.

Hey, Stubbs.

Listen to me.

There's a man in the
saloon right now,

and he's waiting for you, OK?

Guy's name is Clay Hood.

Now, he's a known gunfighter,
a known gunfighter.

All right.

Listen to me.

I've seen you draw, OK?

I think you're one of
the fastest guys I've

ever seen in my whole life.

But this guy in there is nobody
to trifle with, all right?

Now, look, why don't we just
forget about this whole mess,

and we'll go do something--

I don't--

It's all right, Stubbs.

No, but you don't-- this guy--

Stubbs, just take
me to him, my friend.

It's going to be OK.

I-- but see-- if you--
there's no reason--

It's all right.

OK, well, come on.
Follow me.

We'll go.

Mr. Hood, this is Silas Johnson.

Oh, well, this is
the back shooter,

who murdered Brock Thomas?

You must be mistaken, mister.

I murdered nobody,
and I sure as hell

ain't back shot a
man my whole life.

Brock Thomas was riding me hard
to fight, and I obliged him.

And that was a
fair fight, mister.

Well, unfortunately
for you, back shooter,

Brock Thomas was my cousin.

I'll meet you out on the street.

You don't want to do this.

If I have to come back
in here looking for you,

I'm just going to kill you
and call it self-defense.

Let go.

Thank you.

Hey, what's going on?

I have to go outside.

This won't take long, OK?

All right.

Good luck, Silas.

I'll be sitting right
here waiting for you.

You sure you want to do this?

Are you scared?

Just giving you a way out.

Don't let him fool you.

This man is a murderer.

He murdered my
cousin, Brock Thomas.

He might have been a
miserable son of a bitch,

but he was still my family.

My blood.

And I demand satisfaction,
back shooter.

I got another one.

Here's this guy, and
he's sitting at the bar

all by himself.

And he's just sitting
there having a drink,

and all of a sudden, he
hears, hey, nice shirt.

He's looking around.

There's nobody around.

He just can't believe it.

So anyway, he goes
back, has another drink,

and all of a sudden, he
hears, hey, nice haircut.

And he's looking
around, what the hell?

There's nobody around.

He sees the bartender.

He says, hey, bartender.

The bartender comes over.

He says, hey, listen.

I'm sitting here
all by myself, and I

hear, nice shirt, nice haircut.

What the hell is going on?

Where's that coming from?

And the bartender says, well,
probably from the peanuts.

Guy says, the peanuts?

How the hell can it
be from the peanuts?

The bartender says, well,
they're complimentary.

You know what I mean?

Because he says, you
know, it's a nice shirt,

and he compliments.

Right.

Well, now come on.
That's funny.

You don't think that's funny?

It is.

That's funny.

Silas Johnson.

Silas Johnson, get out here.

I'll handle this.

Don't make me
come looking for you.

Are you picking
up snakes, mister?

Just come on inside
and have a drink,

and I'll have my
friend Stubbs tell you

some slightly humorous jokes.

You think I'm joking?

The name's Johnny Kincaid.

I know the name, Mr. Kincaid.

I know you're a killer.

Let me give you
some sound advice.

Forget about all this.

Come on inside and
have a drink with me.

I don't care how
many men you've killed.

All I'm hearing is a coward,
who's trying to weasel

out of what's coming to you.

Now, get out of here,
you yellow belly.

Make it quick.

I want to find a bed
and get some sleep.

Mr. Kincaid, you
keep pushing this,

you will meet the eternal sleep.

We'll see.

Fine.

After that killing,

word spread even quicker.

Before you know it,
every gunfighter

looking to build
their reputation

came calling to find me.

And when they came, I
dropped them all one by one.

Well, these were
all bad men, right?

Well, I reckon you're right.

But it wasn't my responsibility
to sentence and kill them all.

Well, someone had to get
rid of them scallywags.

Pardon me, Ms. Maylene.

I do apologize for
interrupting you.

I just wanted to remind
our mutual friend

here that he has 30 minutes

Everything OK, gentlemen?

I won't be joining you.

All right, come on, Harper.
Come on.

Let's go.

Don't touch me, barkeep.

It's 29 minutes and 30
seconds Ms. Maylene.

Thanks, Stubbs.

You're really not
going to fight him?

Like I said, I'm
done killing folks.

All right.

Tell me about your last
gunfight with Shane Tate.

Is that when you swore
off being a gunfighter?

Well, that had a
lot to do with Rose.

Ah, yes, Ms. Rose.

I was wondering what
happened to the woman

that you were so smitten by.

Shane Tate was as fast

and mean as they come.

He and a fellow named Creole
Williams came here to Dry Creek

to challenge me.

Well, I reckon we wore out
our welcome back in Fort Worth.

Where should we head to next?

Dry Creek?

Dry Creek?

I got this article
back in Fort Worth.

There's a fellow in
Dry Creek they believe

to be the fastest gun alive.

At least, that's
what the paper says.

Who?

Hold on.

Silas Johnson,
death's emissary--

emissary.

The fastest man alive, Silas
Johnson, has killed 12 men.

And witnesses say he's so fast
that the speed of his draw

is unseeable.

The gun seems to magically
jump into his hands

before his opponents
can even clear leather.

More impressive is the
fact that Mr. Johnson never

misses his intended
kill target, delivering

a fatal shot with every
squeeze of the trigger.

Who's next, the famous
shootist, Wesley Harper?

Can you believe this horseshit?

No mention of you, Shane.

Let's go.

Where?

Dry Creek.

I was hoping you'd say that.

Hey, ready?

Mm-hmm.

Good.

God, you are so beautiful.

You know, Rose, I think it's
time we get out of here,

you know?

Leave town, find some
good fertile land,

you know, of our own?

We could become farmers,
run cattle, even.

What do you think?

You're done with gun fighting?

Yeah.

You mean it?

Yes.

So what do you say?

You want to build
a future with me?

Yes, of course, I do.

OK.

Well, let's make
it official, then.

Come here.

Silas?

Rose Tanner, will you do me
the great honor of marrying

me and being my wife?

Yes, Silas.

Yes, I'll marry you.

OK.

I'll have to tell Trixie.

OK.

I can take you back to town.

You can tell her the good news.

I know you're
not fond of church,

but I would want to
be married in one,

just like my mother, to
bond our souls together

for this life and the next.

Souls.

Whatever you want,
I'll make it happen.

OK.

One more.

Can I help you guys?

Whiskey.

No kidding.

He asked me to marry him.

Oh, my-- oh, I'm so
very happy for you, Rose.

What am I going to
do with.

Oh, I don't know.

How much?

Sorry, sir.

She's already taken.

I wasn't talking to you.

It's all right, Trixie.

I'll handle this.

That's very kind of you.
- Come on.

Let go of me!
Hey, don't you--

Hey!

Don't you ever--

What happened?

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

The man there-- yeah, him--

that's Shane Tate.

The gunfighter?

Oh, yeah.

Missed opportunity if
you kill him in here.

Take him outside in
the street, fair fight.

Let everybody know what--

what happens when
somebody starts

messing with Silas Johnson's
girl, or his soon-to-be wife.

What do I do?

When time goes back, he's
going to try and shoot me.

He tried to fire.

Once he knows your name,
time will freeze again,

and you kill him.

He just thinks you're some man,
you know, attacking his partner.

So just throw up your arms,
introduce yourself, loud.

Shane Tate come here to kill
you in an official gunfight.

So if he knows your name,
he's not going to fire.

Negate the whole reason for him
to come here the first place.

All right.

But after this, I need
to speak with you.

We got something to discuss.

Well, of course, Mr. Johnson.

Silas Johnson,
I'm Silas Johnson.

Silas Johnson, just
the man I'm looking for.

Well, I ain't a
hard man to find.

You're done with
gunfighting, remember?

I'm going to make an
exception just this once.

Well, how bout it, then?

Let's go.

I'll be back.

Anytime you're ready.

Rose.

Rose, no.

No, no, Rose, please.

Rose.

I never
thought that me gunfighting

would put Rose in danger.

My future died in
my arms that day.

I am so sorry, Silas.

Yeah, me too.

You see, gunfighting
and killing folk,

it only leads to
more blood and death.

There is no upside, just misery.

Well, what about the fame?

You are a hero to a
lot of people, Silas.

Am I a hero?

Or am I just the villain?

Since your last gunfight,
has anyone challenged you?

I was heartbroken

after I had to bury Rose.

Stubbs would try to shake me
out of it by telling me jokes.

Hey.

I don't like seeing
you like this, Silas.

Relax.

I got it.

This will cheer you up.

This world traveler
goes up to this farm,

and he asked a farmer if
he can spend the night.

He says, if you let
me spend the night,

I'll get up and do all the
work you need around the farm.

Farmer says, yeah, you
can spend the night.

Don't worry about it.
You don't have to do any work.

Traveler accepts.

Goes to bed next.

Morning, gets up, goes to
the farmer to thank him.

And he says, listen, are
you sure you don't need

anything else done around here?

And the farmer
says, no, you know,

I believe it's my Christian
duty to help out my fellow man.

Goes, OK.

Traveler says, you
know something?

I'm going to do
you a favor anyway.

He says, I'm a world traveler,
and I've traveled the world,

and I know how to
speak to animals now.

So now the farmer is
looking at him, thinking,

this guy is out of his mind.

Well, anyway, he goes over
to the barn, comes on back

about a half hour later, and
he goes up to the farmer,

and he says, listen, I was
just talking to your horses.

And the horses says they don't
like that new bit that you

bought them, OK?
because, you know,

they like the old ones because
the new one hurts their mouth.

He says, you bought
them to square one,

and they like the
round one better.

And that's why they
can't pull as much,

because it hurts their mouth.

The farmer is looking at
them, and he is just amazed.

He says, you got to be kidding.

He says, you're right.

I just bought those
bits the other day.

And the traveler
goes, yeah, I know.

I just-- then I talked
to the cows too.

And the cows said that they
wish you would milk them

in the morning, instead of
milk them in the afternoon

so we can produce more
milk in the morning.

Farmer's just amazed.

He says, do you know something?

You're right.
I do.

I do.

I milk them in the afternoon.

He says, yeah, I know
I just talked to--

and then I talked to your sheep.

And he says, wait a minute!

Don't listen to those sheep.

Those sheep are liars!

Don't listen to a
word they're saying!

That's--

that's one of your
better ones, Stubbs.

Well, I got more if you
want me to hang around.

I got nothing to do.

No, it's OK, Stubbs.

Yeah, I'm going to head home.

All right.

Thank you.

Good night, Silas.

Sheeps were liars.

How's my
favorite gunfighter?

Hmm?

You.

You killed her.

Who?

Rose?

No, no, no, no, no.

I didn't kill Rose.

You killed her, Silas.

Me?

She wanted to
run away with you.

You could've changed your
name so nobody could find you,

start a new life, a
fresh start somewhere.

But you didn't
want that, did you?

You loved the notoriety of
being a famous gunfighter,

like I promised you'd have.

Oh.

No, my boy.

You were her demise.

You can't kill me.

Our deal is over.

Who do
you think you are?

Nobody backs out
of a deal with me.

It's almost over.

We've got one more
gunfighter to kill, huh?

Look at me!

Tomorrow, you go
to the post office.

There'll be a letter
there for you.

All will be revealed.

I'm done!

--hell in this town

I'm raising hell in this town

People, be aware

The devil may care

'Cause I'm raising hell

In this town

And how's the
mayor, Ms. Montgomery?

He's doing much better.

Thank you for asking, George.

Good day.

Thank you.

Good day.

Ma'am.

Yes, sir.

Silas Johnson.

I've got you a
letter right here.

Thank you.

Dear, Silas Johnson.

I believe it is time to put
to bed who is the fastest once

and for all.

I arrive by stagecoach two
weeks from this writing

of this letter.

Looking forward to meeting you.

Wesley Harper.

Silas, see you're
not wearing a gun.

I'm done killing
people, Deputy.

Going to see the preacher.

Good.

Something has to be done
about these barbaric killings,

preacher.

I mean, I can't even bring my
own mother to town anymore.

Things need to change.

Preacher.

Ma'am.

May I have a word?

He's the main culprit.

You should be
ashamed of yourself.

You got that poor
girl, Rose, killed

because of your gun fighting.

You, sir, are no hero.

You're just a killer.

Ms. Lily, why don't
you let me talk to Silas?

I'm sure that he also
wants things to change.

How could you be so
positive, preacher?

Because he's here, ma'am.

He's here.

Do you even want to
stop killing people?

Huh?

Good day, preacher.

Ma'am.

Come walk with me, Silas.

Thank you, Preacher.

You OK, preacher?

Is everything all right?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Come.

You know, it's
strange talking to you.

I haven't been around the
church since I was a teenager.

Well, for whatever
reason you're here,

you're welcomed
by God and myself.

I lost my way, preacher.

I tried to stay away
from the church and God

because the way my mother
used to treat me with it,

she was just plain cruel.

I'm sorry, Silas.

Maybe we should talk
about the things

that upset you so we can
find forgiveness for them

and then eventually
move past them.

Well, it's not the main
reason I came to see you.

I need your help, preacher.

I think I made a mistake,
a horrible mistake,

and I think my soul is damned.

From all the
men you've killed?

It's not that.

Well, it is that, and
it's more than that.

God can forgive you, Silas.

He will forgive you.

But you need to repent.

You need to take it seriously.

And you need to stop
all the killing.

You believe
in Satan, right?

Yes.

And that he can
take physical form?

Yes.

1 Peter 5:8, "Be alert
and of keen mind.

Your enemy, the devil, prowls
around like a roaring lion

looking for someone to devour."

I believe I met him,
and I made a deal.

To be a great gunfighter?

What did you have
to give in return?

My soul.

But I can get it
back, right, preacher?

I can get my soul back?

Well, the soul is everlasting.

But why would you do
such a thing, just

to become a great gunfighter?

Respect.

I was tired of being pushed
around and belittled.

I did it mainly for Rose.

She couldn't be with a man
that couldn't protect her.

I couldn't even protect myself.

Yes.

So I did it.

I wasn't thinking of eternity.

I know.

I know.

One never thinks of eternity.

But we have got to find
a way to get you out

of that contract, some way to
prevent the devil from getting

what he bargained for.

What exactly did you agree to?

That I would
win every gunfight

that I'm in, never losing.

And I would gain everything
that comes with being that man.

Then don't fight.

I'm not.

I'm not even wearing
a gun belt anymore.

Have you had any visions?

I envisioned Rose dying
in my arms and all the men

that I've killed.

Why do you ask?

Because back then,
when I stumbled,

I saw a man in black come
at me carrying a cane.

And then when his face got
closer, it became demonic.

The devil.

Yes, I believe so.

Well, I think God is going
to find a path for you

to get out of this contract.

And now that we are
here, let us pray, yes?

Heavenly Father, we pray that
you will watch over Silas,

protect him, and guide
him to a proper path

that eliminates this contract.

Amen.

Amen.

Thank you, preacher.

Just keep the faith.

And that is how I
became a gunfighter.

And how are you so confident
that you'll be the victor?

Some things are
just destined to be.

Is that right?

You're in for one hell
of a story, Ms. Maylene.

We should be there soon.

Councilman.

Councilman Ellington.

Sheriff.

Lots of folks coming here
to see this big gunfight.

Want me to stop it, maybe
arrest Silas or something?

He hasn't broken any laws
that I know of, has he?

No, but it's getting
pretty rowdy at night.

More and more people are
coming here every day.

After a while, I'm going
to become overwhelmed.

If you need some
help, deputize

a few men to help you out.

The town will cover the
cost for that, Sheriff.

And Sheriff, these gunfights
are bringing a lot of money

to this town, money
we desperately need.

If the price we
have to pay for that

is a couple of grown men killing
each other in the street,

I say let them.

You do your job, Sheriff.

Keep the innocent people safe
and out of the crossfire.

Understood.

Good.

Let's just do it.

Let's leave this town
and start somewhere new

together, like you were saying.

Rose, don't you see?

Everything's changed.

People in this town, they
look at me differently now.

I'm sorry I got you
involved in all this, Rose.

I just don't want anything
bad to happen to you.

Ain't nothing bad
can happen to me.

I promise you,

Rose.

Rose, no.

Rose.

No, no.

Rose, please.

No.

I thought being a
famous gunfighter

was the only way
to earn your love.

And all I did was
lose you forever.

And I'm afraid, Rose.

I'm afraid if I don't
get my soul back,

I won't be able to
join you in heaven.

Did you not
think I knew you were here?

One can smell the stench of
your dead weight upon humanity.

Release Silas from
this contract.

He has suffered enough.

No.

No.

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

Come on, preacher, his
torment, well, it nourishes me.

So why should I let him go?

Because he deserves
a chance at redemption.

No, no way out for him now.

You underestimate the
power of temptation.

I've had centuries
to perfect it.

Yet, throughout history,
since ancient civilizations,

the forces of my good have
triumphed over your evil.

Triumphed throughout history?

During the Roman
Empire, I tempted emperors,

gladiators, senators alike.

Cuckoo.

You remember, Nero, don't you?

Yes.

A perfect example of
a soul lost to ambition.

But what about
Constantine The Great?

He chose faith over power.

In fact, and he also
converted to Christianity

and altered the
course of your war.

But something more recent,
the Civil War, the bloodshed,

the suffering that pitted
brother against brother

and destroyed your nation.

And yet, people fought for
equality and unity and won.

No matter your
malevolence, you will never

extinguish the light of hope.

Enough, preacher man.

He made his choice.

And after today, I will
fulfill my bargain.

And his soul will be mine.

God will show him
the path and guide

him to the right
choice, a choice

that is beyond your reach.

Nothing exists
beyond my wish, preacher man.

How did everything
go so wrong?

He is the father of lies.

He offers nothing but misery
and death disguised as hope.

God will help you
find a way out, Silas.

Just be watchful.

I hope he hurries up.

I don't think I have much time.

You're still not fighting?

No.

You're a good man, Silas.

God will not forsake you.

Thank you, preacher.

I reckon I should
get back to town.

Yes.

Look at this.

Look at that.

Papers say it's happening today.

It's OK, Stubbs.

I ain't fighting,
I told you that.

Well, I don't like it.

Excuse me, Mr. Johnson.

Yes, Billy, what
can I do for you?

Wesley Harper's here, sir.

He just arrived
on the stagecoach.

I knew it.

Thank you, Billy.

It's OK, Stubbs.

I'll be fine.

Well, that's what you
said the last time too.

Remember that?

Well, this time I mean it.

Well, I don't like it.

I don't like it.

Silas Johnson, I presume.

Wesley Harper.

What do you say, Silas?

Noon good for you?

I'm sorry I
disappoint everyone,

but there's not going
to be a gunfight.

I didn't read about
you being a jokester.

There's not going
to be a gunfight.

Oh.

You ain't yellow, are you?

I'm trying to save your life.

Well, I didn't travel all
this way for you to weasel

out by being a coward.

How about it, folks?

High noon, good?

High noon, it is.

Travelled a long
way to kill you.

See you soon.

Mr. Johnson, Maylene Redding
with The Chicago Tribune.

I was wondering if I could
ask you a few questions.

Sure, ma'am, I
can do an interview.

I have a table right in there.

Oh, wonderful.

I'll be over directly.

I just need to
gather my belongings.

Ma'am.

Mr. Johnson.

And that's right up
to today, where I met Wesley

Harper and you, Ms. Maylene.

This is
an incredible story.

Thank you for sharing
that with me, Silas.

And Silas, I am terribly
sorry about what

happened with Ms. Rose.

Thank you.

Do you have a title
yet for your story?

I'm thinking, Hero
Gunfighters of the West.

You see, the funny thing
is that neither myself

nor Wesley Harper should
be considered heroes.

Oh, Silas.

I'll get that
for you, preacher.

I shot the man, Sheriff.

He's dead, Sheriff.

Go get the Undertaker.

Yes, sir.

He didn't leave me any choice.

Bartender tried to bushwhack.

Now, why would Stubbs do that?

Silas's pal, ain't he?

Maybe he didn't want to
see his friend get killed.

You're full of shit, Harper.

Where's his gun, then?

Gun's right there.

Told you he had a gun, Sheriff.

Is that what you
want, be the greatest

gunfighter in the world?

You're killing innocent
people in the process?

It's a means to an end.

If that's what you want,
I'll see you outside.

All right.

All right.

Everyone, outside.

It's showtime.

If you're going to fight,
kill that son of a bitch.

He doesn't belong in this world.

Be careful, Sheriff.

It's thinking like that
that got me in this mess.

Go ahead.

Be careful out there.

Let's go check the crowd.

Silas, you sure
you want to do this?

I'm sure.

You ready to make
history, Silas?

Devil?

At your service, Mr. Johnson.

Why?

Well, I couldn't help
but get a front row seat

to your reliving Rose's death.

It was delightful.

Here.

You're going to need that.

You're going to
have to reload that.

All I need is one,
headshot for Stubbs.

I'm glad you're enjoying this.

Enjoying this?

Doing this has taken
everything from me,

first rose and then Stubbs.

No, I'm not enjoying this.

You have ruined my life.

Well, you still have
hell to look forward to.

Now, get out there, killer her.

Life is a journey

defined by the choices we make.

Each decision shapes who we are.

Some decisions carry immense
weight not only for us, but also

for the people we love.

I thought you
weren't going to fight.

Harper has the same
deal with the devil.

Well, you both can't lose.

I was wrong about
that, preacher.

Devil never promised me that.

Have faith, preacher.

This is your stage, Silas.

My faith lies with you.

All right, Silas, let's give
the people what they want.

Why would he go out there?

He has
to, to save himself.

Anytime you're ready.

What the hell?

I'm going to kill you, Harper.

No!

You gave him the same deal?

I realize your deal wasn't
that I'd never get killed,

but that I would kill
anyone who I fought.

Everyone and anyone.

I didn't kill him.

You too were supposed
to kill each other.

It's time for me to
collect what I was owed.

Our deal is void.

I beat you.

You know, I give people
exactly what they want.

And somehow, I'm--

I'm always the bad guy.

God, please.

Oh, my, my my.

Rose, you're alive.

Why wouldn't I be, Silas?

I've been thinking about what
you said back in the saloon,

before we were interrupted.

And I'm ready to
leave this town.

I want to go with you.

Me too.

I died

In your arms

Before I did

In someone else's

You win some.

You lose some.

That's the way it goes.

Just going to run to
the store for a minute.

OK.

So wait here.

I'll be right out.

Yes, mother.

Mm-hmm.

Oo-hoo.

Sorry, sir.

Ooh.

No, everything is fine, Annie.

How do you know my name?

Oh, well, I know
a lot about you.

You do?

Mm-hmm.

Are you practicing to
become a famous shootist?

I could help you there.

In fact, I could
make you the most

famous shootist in the world.

I'm a girl, mister.

Nonsense.

Doesn't matter.

All things are possible with me.

Oh, ma'am.

Let's go, Annie.

Good day, sir.

Ms. Oakley, don't forget this.

Thank you so much.

You're welcome.

It was nice talking
to you, Annie Oakley.

It was nice talking
to you too, sir.

Taught you not to
talk to strangers.

See you soon.

I died

In your arms

Before I did

In someone else's

And I

When it comes to you,

I'm selfish

I'll leave this town

And I'll stay right here

Wherever you are,

That's where I am, my dear

You got your sins,

Oh, and baby, I've got mine too

But I promise you this

Heaven or hell,

I'm going with you.

Cards on the table,

I'm not playing to win

I'm known to be cautious

But with you, I'm all in

And I'm not one for violence

I spent my life
keeping the peace

But God help the
soul that tries to

Take you from me

I'll leave this town

And oh, baby, I'll
stay right here

Wherever you are,

That's where I am, my dear

You got your sins,

And baby, I've got mine too

But I promise you this

Heaven or hell,

I'm going with you

I was fine on my own

That's not something I need

But it came through the doors

And it made me believe

I could have you forever

It's still not enough

Say, till death do us part

But death hasn't let us

Make a deal with the devil

I'll bargain with God

As a man for a favor

My pride is all gone

And I'm down on my knees

I'm not one to plead

But I'll worship and beg
them to keep you with me

I'll leave this town

Oh, baby, I'll stay right here

Wherever you are,

That's where I am, my dear

You got your sins,

And I've got mine too

But I promise you this

Heaven or hell,

I'm going with you

Oh,

Baby, I'm going with you

Heaven or hell,

I'm going with you