All language subtitles for A.Reoning.2018.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC5.1-[YTS.MX]

Mary!

Mary! I need you to come quick!

This ain't pretty, ma'am.

Are these William's clothes?

Yes.

All right. All right.

Quiet down. Quiet down. Quiet.

We've all gathered
here to find solutions,

not to create chaos.

I know most of you
have questions. I do.

You're all scared.

And rightly so.

We've had a brutal act

of violence instilled
upon us yet again.

Poor Mary's husband.

Most of you knew William.

He was an upstanding young man.

Hard worker, big heart.

Calloused hands.

I heard he wasn't all there.

When he was found, that is.

That's true.

So this is like how they
found Fred Hillard then.

- And the Kensington boy.
- Yeah.

It's no secret that we have
had a fox in the henhouse.

This individual has
disrupted our way of life,

a peaceful way at that.

We all came out here
from back east.

Most of us, to escape the war.

And raise
our families in solitude.

I don't think any of us
expected the horrors

that we have faced
in recent months.

None of us.

I've asked those in surrounding
areas for assistance

and they have responded in kind.

How so, Mr. Breck?

Who has come to help us?

I don't see any badges.

I see scared people.

I assure you, Miss Maple,

that there are men among us
that are here to help.

And we would do best to
stay out of their way

and let them do
their jobs as they see fit.

It's times like these

that their professions matter
more greatly than our own.

I have been assured
that this man,

this murderer,
shall be dealt with.

And what of the deceased?

A burial would be
the right thing to do.

Is there any volunteers?

Good.

Well, how 'bout Sunday?

That's still
the Lord's Day isn't it?

Good.

Mary. Mary.

Do you have
any objection to this?

My husband did not have much.

Meanin' I do not have much.

But I'm willing to give
every penny that I have

as well as the plot of
land that we moved here for

if someone or persons would
be willing to give me

in exchange a pistol,
a rifle, a horse for travel

and provisions for the trail.

And what do you need
these things for, Mary?

Surely there are enough
men here that would be glad

to escort you back east,
home to your mother and father,

if that's what you wish.

I assume that's what you
want those possessions for?

No, Mr. Breck.

I aim to kill the man that
took my husband from me.

Mary, we all know how
devastated you feel.

And we sympathize.

I'm not askin' for
your sympathy, Mr. Breck.

Nor did I make any such request
to be escorted back home.

My money, my land, regardless
of how you feel on the matter,

I do not believe
any one of you is

in a financial position
to refuse such an offer.

This is insane, Mary.

Mary.

It's not ladylike.

Mr. Breck.

When we agreed to come here,

the ladies within us
stayed behind.

This is a land of
harsh consequences

and abrupt action.

Mary here is only doing

what her gut is telling her

and none of you can say
that you feel any different.

All I can do is give warning.

I fought in the Great War,

I know what it's like
to take a man's life.

And that is a road once
traveled you can never return.

The blood does not
wash from your hands

and the memories never fade.

Take this to mind, Mary.

Revenge is a dangerous motive,

and if indeed you go trollopsing

into the wood after this man,

he will not be the only
monster you will find.

Mary.

Yes.

How you holding up?

I am not sure, Miss Maple.

May I?

Please.

That was quite a show.

Was it a show?

I had quite thought
it was honesty.

It certainly was.

Those men, Mr. Breck especially,

they're just not used to
hearing it spoke so plain, hm.

Matter of fact, I don't think

that he's heard a woman
speakin' up at all.

This was my husband's.

He made quite the living
off of this thing.

Hm. Used to hunt with it,
went off, fought a war with it.

It was his favorite possession.

I'm not sure how many
men he killed with it.

But it certainly has seen death.

Which is why
I'm giving it to you.

I don't have much use for it.

I was never good with a rifle.

Even if the situation
might arise,

where intention to
use it was called for,

I... don't think
my stomach could handle it.

That's why I envy you and
pity you all at the same time.

Mary, the times being what
they are, I do see cause for it.

I saw your eyes today,
your heart burns

with a vengeance that could
fuel the fires of hell.

Lucifer could not go
toe to toe with you.

Are you capable of traveling?

More importantly, are you
capable of killing this man?

William taught me how
to shoot last spring.

Borrowed Emery Steven's Henry.

Showed me it was all in
the breathing, timing.

He never did care for weapons.

Of any kind, that's
why he never owned one.

William never fought in the war?

No.

He made shoes in Boston.

My father taught me
how to strike flint.

My mother showed me how to cook.

Figure as long as I have
a good cast-iron skillet,

I can make just about anything
out there on the trail.

Mary, why did William
bring you to Oregon?

What made him change
shoemaker to lumberman?

William always wanted
to show me the Pacific

and the promise for adventure.

You keep your land, Mary.

It's all you'll have
to remember William by

when all this is done.

Assuming you survive
the wilds of this place

and find the man who
murdered your husband.

There's a pistol in
here freshly clean.

Flint, a canteen,
tack, and a bedroll.

It's everything that
you need to survive

as long as you know
what you're doing.

Mr. Barley... is holding
a horse for you.

And he thinks that you're
going to be taking it down

to Oak Bay so that you can get
the coach to San Francisco.

Don't let them
bury William... until I return.

Good to see you again, Mary.

All right then, let's go.

So, headed to Oak Bay, are ya?

Well, stay on the trail, don't
stop if you don't have to.

Godspeed.

Thank you, Mr. Barley.

I hope you find what
you're looking for.

Sh, sh, sh.

Come, come here.

Go ahead.

Good, yeah, yeah.

You shouldn't be
out on the trail, Miss.

Camp's down here.

There's a fire too.

Well, come on.

I'm not following you gentlemen,

but can you give me any
details, any information?

We've heard tales.

It's big as a mountain,
strong as a bear.

Every time he kills,
he leaves a trail of bones.

Been followin' that animal
all up and down this coast.

You should go home
in the morning, ma'am.

It's not safe here.

Is it safe at home?

Hey.

You smell that?

That's tobacco.

This is my bounty, Silas.

You and that horse-buggering
son of a bitch

you call a sidekick
better stay out of my way!

Hey, jack ass.

Young lady,
if you value your life,

you best make yourself scarce.

This ain't no place for
a woman with thoughts

of savagery on her mind.

Now you go home and grieve.

Yeah.

Sh.

Spy somethin'
you like down there?

Easy now.

I done told you once already.

Huntin' evil ain't no
occupation for the womenfolk.

And this I will say
one time, just once.

Don't nothin' stand
between me and my bounty.

Not the law, nor any man,

and certainly not a spindly
little piece like you.

Understood?

Don't make me put one in ya.

Just to be sure.

Well, I got plenty of
salted meat for sale.

Black powder, some cartridges,
but not a ton.

Hard tack and most
other necessities.

You can rent a bed
for a dollar a night.

Trail doesn't look like
it's been kind to ya.

Listen, lady, I'm about
as harmless as a beaver.

If I was not, odds are I
would be feedin' the worms

and my reputable business
here would be in ashes.

Coffee.

Do you have coffee?

Yes.

I have coffee.

Can't say I've had
too many women stop up here.

You must be engaged
in something peculiar

to be wandering alone
around in these parts, ma'am.

What do you require?

Dry bed.

And?

Hard tack.

Bread of any kind.

What else?

Lamp oil would be nice.

That'll run ya ten dollars.

Six.

Eight.

Seven.

Fair.

Is someone after you, ma'am?

No.

Then I don't have to
be worried about a bullet

findin' my innards in the middle
of the night then?

If a bullet finds
you in the middle

of the night, it is not
because of me or my affairs.

Sir.

The name's Monty.

It's short for Montgomery.

Montgomery Gower,
but that's a terrible name,

so Monty will do just fine.

Mary.

Mary Ellen O'Malley.

The widow.

Word travels fast
in these parts.

Sometimes faster
than the wind itself.

I heard of a terrible thing
that happened a bit down south.

That is where you come
from, is it, the south?

Hell of a journey that you
must have been on, I'm sure.

The man that
desecrated my husband,

my William, I aim to
find him and kill him.

But of course.

You've come this far.

Can't imagine that
a humble trader such as me

could change the mind of
a determined woman such as you.

I would feel the
fool if I even tried.

And a fool you would look, sir.

May revenge be just.

And the dead rest in peace.

He was not whole.

Whoever did that to my husband,

he took pieces like
they were souvenirs.

What kind of man
does that, Mr. Gower?

When I was in the war,
winters were hard.

Men were cold, food was scarce,

it seemed as though
it would never end.

Even when we knew spring
was just around the bend.

We acquired a private one day,
from some other company.

A company that had been
up in the mountains.

And this private, he had
that look in his eyes you see.

A look that said
a thousand words.

That he had seen
horrible things.

The boy never spoke,

till one night he snapped
awake right next to me.

Right in the middle
of a blasted night,

woke me up out of a good dream.

And I'll never forget the words
that come out of his mouth.

"We ate him," he said.

"We ate him all up."

You see, those boys,

been up in those mountains
weeks since any resupply.

It was too cold to hunt,
most game had taken

to hibernation anyhow.

I never heard a word
about what happened

to that boy's company.

But I have my suspicions.

And what are they, Mr. Gower?

I believe that boy did
what he had to do to survive.

And when men are faced
with choices like that

it can drive them mad.

Lamp oil and a loaf of bread.

I put in a pack of cards for
those long, lonely nights.

It's nice to have the company.

And honest conversation.

Most times all I get is
a list of items thrown

at me in a stern voice and
when prices are mentioned,

conversation turns
into a hostile war cry.

Where will you go now?

Now to keep to the game
trail and head north.

That is the direction in
which I believe he is headed.

What makes you so sure?

Been the most
heavily trafficked.

Well, what relevance
does that have?

Well, I believe he has
a taste for violence.

In more ways than one.

So he'll keep to where
the prey is easy.

Oh, the way a bear hunts an elk.

Course if I had to choose
between huntin' a man

or huntin' a grizzly,
I would choose the grizzly,

you can bet
your last penny on that.

Why's that?

Grizzly's don't
shoot back, Mary.

No. No, they do not.

You take care, Ma'am.

Don't lose your cards.

I told you once!

Now you leave me no choice.

I know you killed the Marshall!

Shit.

Son of a bitch!

Damn it!

Now you done it, now you
extinguished my cigar.

And I don't like that.

I have never been
good at listenin'.

They want to know,
where did you hail from?

What was your name?

Now, these are questions
indeed I would ask myself

if remorse was a friend
of mine, but, alas,

he doesn't visit me very often.

No, he does not.

Who loved you?

Who did you love?

Did love ever really know you?

Better yet, did you
ever really know love?

Can anyone know love?

I don't know.

However, I did know
of a girl once,

her name was Flora.

Oh, I liked Flora.

Her skin was so smooth
and soft, like a baby.

Her eyes, as blue as the sea.

A smile as bright
as the midday sun.

Her laugh, it would
brighten the darkest caverns

of my inner soul.

What?

Speak up.

Quiet!

What happened to Flora?

I poked her eyes out.

'Cause she was lookin' at
Michael Sneedly with lust.

I bit her tongue off because
she wouldn't stop screaming.

People... like flies
buzzing around cattle.

At least cattle is
worth something.

People, just bags
of flesh and bone.

Flesh and bone.

Well, flesh and bone does
have a little value to me.

My apologies.

Back to you.

Now, to me, you seem
like a simpleton.

The kind of man that
values the things

that he can put around himself.

Take, take, take, take, take.

That's what you do.

I've seen your kind.

You cut down the wooden giants

and you burn them
with your hellfire.

Kill all of God's creatures,
the elk, the deer, each other.

You desecrate this land.

Why?

Because you can.

Because it has value

to you.

It means something... to you.

But your arm,
and your leg, and your head,

see, now that...

now that has value to me.

Man has no
natural enemy in this world.

So I must be that of
which man is afraid.

Where are you?

Come out, come out
wherever you are.

I'm comin' for ya!

Suddenly I feel like dancing.

Do you want to
dance with me, mate?

Woo!

See you!

Agh, I grow tired
of this game.

I grow tired of this chase,
mate.

You're hardly worth the trouble.

Aw, you look scared, little one.

You should take comfort in
knowing that not one bit

of your sweet flesh
will be of waste.

Well, we do prefer things
a bit more intimate anyway.

Don't we?

My turn.

Yeah, I know. I know!

Gotta stop the bleeding,
I know, I know.

You missed!

Save your bullets!

Work for your supper!

Oh, meat, you did want
to dance with me.

Let's dance.

No!

This is not, no meat.

It's not your choice.

It's not.
You, you have no right!

No!

No, meat, this is
not up to you, meat.

This world needs me!