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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