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(ambient music)
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- [Burnside] The general will see you now.

- Captain James Robert Rhodes
reporting as ordered. Sir!

- Pleased to meet you, Captain.

- Pleasure's mine, sir.

- This is my executive
officer, Colonel Burnside.

- Colonel.

- Captain.

- Have a seat, Captain.
- Thank you.

- I'm sure you're
wondering why you're here.

- Well, yes, sir.

I'm a little more than curious.

- The detachment of 12 men

went North from here over a month ago.

We haven't seen hide
nor hair of them since.

- Deserters?

- Unlikely.

The scouting party was led by

first Lieutenant Calib Belnap,

son of the distinguished Secretary of War,

the most honorable, William Worth Belnap.

- I see.

- The young man has friends.

- President Grant himself
raised more than an eyebrow.

That's why I need a young, competent

and dare I say, ambitious man,

to lead this venture of ours.

So far all those we've sent out after him

have gone missing themselves

and the commandant's getting restless.

- So?

- Most likely Apaches.

Could be Comancheros.

That close to the border

mounted soldiers make prime pickings

for those laying in ambush.

- So find the politician's son.

Preferably alive.

But a variable corpse will do.

You do this, Captain,

your star will rise on
the wings of eagles.

(pensive music)

(wind blowing)

(Harley snoring)

- Hey.

(Harley snoring)

Wake up!

(Harley moaning)

- Sleeping.

- [Bessie] That's why I can't.

- What?

- You sound like you're
sawing logs over there.

- (laughing) Yeah. So?

- You're gonna depart this bed roll

if I need to kick you
right in the man parts.

- Old woman.

- Tired woman.

Go! Go!
(Harley groaning)

Go. Go.
(Harley laughing)

- (sighs) Fine.

(wind blowing)

(wind continues blowing)

(urine trinkling)

(suspenseful music)

(Harley murmuring)
(Bessie groaning)

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- I don't see anybody.
- Somebody's out there.

I know it.
(horse snorts)

(guns banging)
(suspenseful music)

- Hey!

(gun bangs)

Don't even think about it, Missy.

- Harley? (gasps)

- Straight through the gullet.

(Bessie whispering)
(Harley groaning)

I was aiming at his head.

(Harlie groans)
- Keep those eyes open.

- Guess I ain't that good a shot anymore.

(wind blowing)

(Harley groaning)

- You had the drop on us.

There was no need to shoot!

- (laughing) I know.

- Harley!

No. (sobbing)

(rhythmic folk music)

(drum beating)
(person chanting)

(person panting)
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(drum beating)
(person chanting)

(person speaks in foreign language)

(person speaks in foreign language)

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(person chanting)

(person speaking in foreign language)

(wind blowing)

(people speaking in foreign language)

(people continues speaking
in foreign language)

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(wind blowing)

(insects whirring)
(wind continues blowing)

(foliage shifting)

(pensive western music)

(foliage shifting)

(pensive western music)

- What you got?

- I thought it was two.

Now I'm guessing maybe one.

(pensive western music)

- Hey.

He's all yours.

Just don't miss.

(gun bangs)

Ah, you missed.

- Like hell I did.

(pensive music)

(pensive western music)

- What's the situation?

- Woo! (exclaiming)

- Situation?
- Yeah.

Apaches, Comancheros?

- Coney.

- Skinny.

- Well I never heard of them.

- Rabbit, Captain?

- Apologize, sir.

Just trying to provide some
fresh meat for dinner, is all.

- That shot's gonna be
heard from miles, Sergeant.

Unless you forgot, we're
still in hostile territory.

- Hostile?

When we cross over the mountains.

Until then.

- Do you make it a habit of
questioning your superiors?

- No. Sir.

- Good.

Good.
(wind blowing)

We'll get along just fine then.

- Man has a flag pole in his ass.

- That's always the way with
those young shiny types.

- They say he's some
kind of great fighter.

I don't see it.

- Better than half a chance.

We'll be finding out soon enough.

(gentle music)

(wind blowing)

(curious music)

(horse hooves clopping)

- This heat.

(horse hooves clopping)

- We're riding northwest.

- We are.

- Oh?

Calico's back south.

- Not going to Calico.

- Vanson then?

- No.

- You gonna keep me guessing then?

- Hide goes to the
highest bidder, as always.

- County pays 800 dead
or alive. (laughing)

- That's what the county's paying?

I found this higher bidder.

(pensive western music)

- Is that so?

- Kirk Cook Graywolf.

That name ring out to you?

- Who's that?

- We're told it was you
that killed his only son.

- Well then who's paying to bounty?

- A man willing to part with $5,000.

- Damn.

- Things making sense to you yet?

- What kind of name is Kirk?

How do you say it again?

- Kirk Crook Graywolf.
- Apace?

- No fooling.

That means,

y'all we're riding deep
into Indian territory.

- Son of a bitch.

They'll cut us up quick and pink,

scalp us and they'll take her.

- I have assurance of safe passage.

But if you want to ride south

and give up your share of the reward.

Well, I won't stop ya.

(pensive music)

(Calib panting)

- Let me go.

Please!

(curious music)

(curious music continues)

(crickets chirping)

(owl hoots)

- Never fails to surprise
how cold it gets up here

as soon as the sun goes down.

- But the smoke from the
fire will be seen from miles.

- Yeah, I forgot.

- Alright.

Campfire tonight,

but come tomorrow when we
cross over the mountains,

there'll be no more shooting

and no smoke signals.

- Yes, sir!

(men chattering)

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(person panting)

(person speaking in foreign language)

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- I don't speak your words.

All right.

I have no trouble understanding that.

(person speaking in foreign language)

(person continues speaking
in foreign language)

- I'm begging you.

Please.

(person speaking in foreign language)

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(person yelling in foreign language)

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(heart beating)
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- No!

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(blood squelching)

(wolf howling)
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(person yelling in foreign language)

(cricket chirping)

- Stew's not my best but
it'll keep you alive.

- Sits well with you, does it?

- No.

No.

Not what happened to your fellow

or giving you over to the Redskins.

- And yet you carry on.

- The way I figure it,

I gotta finish the job.

Good money in it.
(gentle music)

No sense in crossing
banks on your account.

- Know what the Apache do
to one marked for death?

- Nothing good. I suppose.

- They cut off his man parts,

stick and balls, cast
'em into an open fire

after which they stab him a hundred times

with pointed sticks so
he's leaking like a sieve.

Finally they ban him to the
par and roast him alive.

(tense music)

- Damn.

I guess it's good that
you're a woman then.

(crickets chirping)

- Yeah.

Lucky me.

(crickets chirping)

- Why did you kill the son
of an Indian boss anyway?

- Seemed like a good idea at the time.

(crickets chirping)

(iron clanking)

(crickets chirping)

- You know that's a waste of food.

- It ain't gonna help us if she's dead.

- A person can go days without food.

Hell, I've done it more than once myself.

Water on the other hand...

- The only thing that's
consequential to me right now,

getting some sleep.

- Man needs his sleep.

I know this ain't setting well with you,

but let's get this out.

If you have any notion
of changing your mind,

it wouldn't take more than half a stir

for me to put one in your eye.

- That hadn't crossed my mind.

(reflective music)

But a woman?

A girl?

Serving her up to Redskins,

it curdles the blood to even think about.

- Well she crossed the wrong Redskin.

- From the look of her,
it's hard to fathom.

- Yeah, she has a visage
of a wilting flower.

It's the smallest of scorpions

that pack the deadliest of venom.

(scoffs) Not that the Graywolf
pup didn't give her cause.

- How so?

- The boy was prodigal,

had a taste for raiding his
father couldn't shake from him.

Sacked ever homestead
from here at Old Mexico.

Come across Bessie's people.

Kill the father,

ravage and kill the women,

Bessie's mama and her sisters,

and left Bessie for dead.

Guess it's his own fault.

You should always check twice.

A careless penniless woman,

she turned to whoring

and didn't like the
selling everybody parts

so she hooked up with Harley and the boys.

(laughing) Her and bank robber
and killer in her own right.

- Damn.

- She caught up with a Graywolf pup

and settled up with him.

- Well she should have.

- Yeah.

- Knowing all this,

you're still obliged to turn
her over to this Indian?

- For $5,000, I'd turn over my own mama.

(tense music)

- Think he'll tell us
what this is all about?

- He already did.

We're after the son of a fellow of value.

And why there's only
three of us and no horse,

well, your guess will be as good as mine.

- So we can hunt in silence?

Overgrown, a horse can't travel.

Like an Apache.

But why us?

- Consider yourselves
victims of high renown.

See if I'm to believe everything I'm told,

there ain't a white man
alive that can track

like Sergeant Mahon here.

And Joseph Proudfoot?

Well, hell, he's the best damn tracker

in all the Fourth Calvary.

- We know we're worth our salt, sir.

But this feels like one of those missions

a man doesn't come back from.

- You keep thinking that way, soldier.

You'll make it so.

- Now we can be as quick
and as swift as you like,

but Apache will still find us.

And with three squared off against

with hell only knows how many of them.

- Well at least with
horses, we can outrun them.

Maybe.

- If Lieutenant Belnap is still alive,

it's because they know who his father is.

A bargaining chip like that,

they've got 'em stolen away
somewhere safe and secure.

Which means our task is simple.

All we gotta do is get in there.

And steal 'em back.

- Well, shit you almost managed
to make it sound easy, sir.

- Not easy.

Simple.
(suspenseful music)

(wind blowing)

(curious music)
(birds chirping)

(Wallace groaning)

(iron clanking)

(pensive western music)

- Good morning, boss.

You been up long?

- Just a bit.

Always like to watch the
sunrise when I'm on the trail.

You never know if it's the last
one you're gonna get to see.

- For those of us who
live and die by the gun...

Ms. Bessie?

(reflective music)

Girl hadn't slept a wink.

- I don't suppose I would
if I were in her position.

(reflective music)

Ms. Bessie?

(fist pounds)
(both groaning)

(Banks laughing)

- Bessie?
- Get too close.

You get caught in a snare.

- Come on.

- Looks like you'd have
learned that by now.

- Come on, Bessie.

Take it easy, Bessie.

- Think I'd trade his life for yours?

- You hear that?

Boss man doesn't care if you live or die.

Probably hoping for the latters.

It means more money for him.

(eagle squeals)

- Boss, please.
(gun bangs)

- Needed doing at some point anyway.

Wasn't that the money
wasn't ample enough reason,

but the man was starting to favor ya.

Just a matter of time for he let you go.

- You're as heartless as they come, Banks.

- A real monster.

One killer to another.

Might as well be honest with each other.

- I ain't never killed one of my own.

Still, I see you at some disadvantage

'cause I'd sure as paint eat your bullet

before I let them Apaches get ahold of me.

(gun bangs)

(Bessie yelps)

- Well, not exactly unspoiled.

(Bessie sobbing)

But I reckon a little lead
won't cost me too much.

(Bessie groaning)

(water lapping)
(wind blowing)

(birds chirping)
(wind continues blowing)

(birds continue chirping)
(wind continues blowing)

(water lapping)
(wind continues blowing)

(birds chirping)
(wind continues blowing)

(gentle music)

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(Constance humming)

(gentle music)

- Uh, I'm sorry, ma'am.

I was just (stuttering).

- Looks as though you've seen a ghost.

Foolish boy.

- Who are you?

- Constance.

- And what are you doing out here?

(birds chirping)

- This is my home.

- With the Indians?

Their...

Last I can remember,

I could have sworn he killed me.

- He did.
(gentle music)

- What?

- But your life...

(curious music)

It wasn't his to take.

(curious music)

(wind blowing)

(suspenseful music)

- Christ.

- Apache Devils.

What? You think critters did this?

- It just doesn't feel
like an Apache war party.

- No, it doesn't.

- Comancheros.

- I don't think so.

Let's take a look around,

see if we can find anything illuminating.

(curious music)

(curious music continues)

- Hey, Captain!

Read that dedication.

- "To my dear friend,
Reverend E. E. Godsworth.

Remember the word as
you take up the mantle

of Paul and Peter.

Therefore, go and make
disciples of all the nations.

Baptizing them in the name of the Father

and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

Your friend, Reverend Jackson Miller.

2nd of July, 1886."

- Man was a missionary.

- But who was he preaching to out here?

Rocks and snakes?

- Only ones foolish enough

to trespass on sacred lands

are soldiers and preachers.

- Yeah, he was just out here

preaching the word, trying to save souls.

- Now look at him.

- Shall we bury him?

- i don't like it, Captain.

I think we need to leave this place.

- Let's get this shovel.

(pensive western music)

- You ought to be glad
I got rid of Wallace.

That'll give your feet a chance to rest.

- I think you better hurry
up and find this Apache

before infection sets in.

I'll stave it off for a while,

if I could get the bullet out.

- I wouldn't worry about it.

You'll make it there alive.

(spirit vocalizes)

You hear that?

(spirit vocalizes)

- Somebody singing?

(curious music)

(dramatic music)

(spirits vocalizing)

(curious music)

- I am gonna go check on our
nightingale and you stay put.

Wouldn't cause me a fuss

to put another chunk of lead in ya.

I don't think Graywolf
wouldn't mind that much.

- Son of a bitch.

(suspenseful music)

- Howdy.

You okay?

Well what are you doing way out here?

Not wishing to disturb you.

(dramatic music)

Christ.

Who did this to you? Apaches?

(ominous music)

You did this to yourself, didn't you?

You're a nutter.

(wind blowing)

I'll leave you to it.

(dramatic music)

(yelling) You crazy fucking-

(person yells indistinctly)

(person growling)

(gun bangs)

(person gasps)
- Stay back.

(person speaking in foreign language)

(Banks yells)
(gun bangs)

(air whirring)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(dramatic music)

Come on, out. (indistinct)

Gonna make this fun for me.

(mysterious music)

(person speaking in foreign language)

(dramatic music)

(person growling)

(person speaking in foreign language)

(ominous music)

(curious music)
(wind blowing)

(ominous music)

(spirit vocalizes)

(dramatic music)

(curious music)

(rock pounds)
(Bessie grunts)

(dramatic music)

- I'll will keep it warm for ya.

(rock pounds)
(Bessie grunts)

(birds chirping)

- Where are we going?

- Just a little ways further.

Come now.

Only half far long to go.

- No.

- Fear not, young soldier.

Soon all will be made plain to you.

- I sure hope so.

(gentle music)

- (groans) It's like
cutting through solid rock.

You better have been one hell
of a holy son of a bitch!

Cured blind folk and lepers

for all this exertion I'm spending here.

Mightly nice of ya, Captain,

having me dig this hole
all by my lonesome.

(wind blowing)

(buzzards squawks)

It looks like you got some admirers.

(Mahon laughing)

Buzzards.

They gotta eat, too, right?

(wind blowing)

(sighs) I'm talking to a fucking corpse.

(corpse yells)
(Mahon muttering)

- Mahon.

- Something's got him worked up.

- Captain? Yo!

(suspenseful music)

Fuck, he sat up.

He moved.

He's alive.

(wind blowing)

He's alive.

- Well, it's awfully hot out here.

- He's alive!

- Time and again, its said to
flummox a man's perception.

- No, no!

- Why don't you take a walk, Sergeant?

(shovel bangs)

(curious music)

- All right.

Looks like you and me on grave duty.

(dirt shifting)

(tense music)

(rhythmic suspenseful music)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(ominous music continues)

(rattlesnake hisses)

(bird squawks)

(intense music)

- Here it comes. (panting)

(Bessie yelling)

(Bessie panting)

(Bessie groaning)

(Bessie sobbing)

(rattlesnake hissing)
(suspenseful music)

(Bessie yelping)

(suspenseful music)

(Bessie panting)

(suspenseful music)
(rattlesnake hissing)

(horse whines)

(wind blowing)

- What bothers?
- Indians.

- It's all right.

There's someone I want you to meet.

(wind blowing)

- Hello, Calib. You're
looking strong and spry.

Far better than the last time I saw ya.

- I'm sorry.

Have we met?

- This is Jude, my brother.

- For all you've been
through, ya must be starved.

Connie!

- (gasps) I'll prepare us something nice.

(pensive music)

- Man's been awfully quiet.
- He has.

- So what do you think about
what happened back there?

- He saw something, Captain.

And if I were you, I'd
think twice before you-

- You think a dead man came back to life?

The same fellow you and me
just buried in the ground?

- Old stories.
- What stories?

- My people, my mother would tell

that in this country, not
all that die, stay that way.

(gun bangs)
(suspenseful music)

- Hola, amigas!

(suspenseful music)

(person speaking in Spanish)

(gun bangs)

- Get down.
(suspenseful music)

(guns banging)
(suspenseful music continues)

(guns continue banging)
(suspenseful music continues)

(guns continue banging)
(suspenseful music continues)

(guns continue banging)
(suspenseful music continues)

- Seal the trap!

(guns continue banging)
(suspenseful music continues)

(guns continue banging)
(suspenseful music continues)

(guns continue banging)
(suspenseful music continues)

(guns continue banging)
(suspenseful music continues)

(tense music)

(pensive music)

(guns banging)

- Those shots aren't for us.

(guns banging)

(tense music)

(gun bangs)

(man speaks in foreign language)

(suspenseful music)

(gun bangs)

(curious music)

(curious music continues)

- Hey (indistinct)!

I don't know who you are
but you have my thanks.

(suspenseful music)

And a crate of any spirit
that strikes your fancy!

I'm gonna holster my gun.

(suspenseful music)
Don't shoot.

(suspenseful music continues)

- I'm Cruzado.

(mysterious music)

(slow blues music)

- Curses.

(eerie music)

(adventurous music)

(eerie music)

(water lapping)

(Bessie spits)

(curious music)

(horse whines)
(curious music continues)

No, damn it!

(curious music)

(dramatic music)
(Bessie yells)

(tense guitar music)

(wind blowing)

- Now tell me when it was you
last had a fresh cooked meal?

- I can't recall actually.

Strange though, as I feel no hunger.

- That's to be expected.

But worry not, for all earthly
desires will soon return.

(pensive music)

- I (stutters) I can't. I'm sorry.

- Remember yourself, sir.

- I'm sorry, I don't-
- Don't leave so soon.

You've yet to meet our honored guest.

(startling music)

Don't let it stir you.

He won't try to hurt you again.

You needed a heart.

So I gave you his.

(dramatic music)

- Hola.

(Rhodes speaking in foreign language)

- To help you.
- To help me?

- You're uh...

- Missing half my face?

- Does that hurt?
- What do you think?

(tense music)

- Better.

You Comancheros?

- Was, until they refused to help me.

- Help you with what?

- If you hope to live through this,

I'll need you to follow me.

- Where?

- On my journey.

A path too rocky to tread alone.

- Well, I don't mean
to seem unappreciative,

but we have some business of our own.

- Hmm.

- Well, we can see what we can work out.

(tense music)

(Bessie yelps)

(tense music)

(rattlesnake hissing)

- You...

You're not really here.

- I am.

Just in a different way.
(bright music)

We can be together forever.
- How?

(gentle music)

(suspenseful music)

- Pick it up.

- Are you telling me to shoot myself?

- So we can be together.
(suspenseful music)

- You're not by imagination,

but you sure as hell ain't my Harley.

Leave me in peace, demon.

If it's my death you want,

I'm quite certain you
won't have long to wait.

(ominous music)

(rattlesnake hissing)

(tense music)

- That man lost a heart.

Hasn't slowed his happiness
for walking around.

Somebody tell me what
the hell's going on here.

I should be dead.

He should be dead!

- Many should be dead that aren't.

You, my young friend, are not among them.

- Why?

What's so special about me?

- Come.

Walk with me.
(tense music)

(wolf howls)

- What I'd give right now
for a snort of whiskey.

Ain't got but a few breaths left to spin.

Hate to use 'em up so.

Joe?
- I'm here, Mahon.

- I can't see you no more.

I got a sister in Abilene.

We ain't close but I'd
figure she ought wanna know.

- I'll make sure.
(somber music)

- Promise me something.
- Name it.

- It was truthful what
I spoke on what I saw,

that man, he came back to life!

- I believe you.

- No way he could speak.

but I didn't need to hear him say it.

- Say what?

- It was hell for him.

A fate even worse if that's possible.

If that happens to me,

if I come back,

(Mahon trembling)

(bird squawking)

(somber music)

(tense music)

- Is he gone?

My condolences.

- We need to leave this place, Captain.

You could forget about
finding the Gray man's son

'cause he's dead.

Or worse.

- He said he wants us to follow him.

- Why?

- He says we can help him somehow, I...

I mean, he saved our lives after all.

- The man is cursed.

And so are we if he stay here.

- Well, if you want to go, Sergeant,

I'll grant you your leave.

I mean, nobody's gonna
think any less of you,

especially considering
everything that's happening here.

- Run away?

- You have my blessing.

- No, that just wouldn't do.

Blessings are no,

I'm no coward.

I follow Captain Rhodes,

even if he follows a dead man.

(pensive music)

- Keep up!
- I'm doing my best.

(pensive music)

- Takes the breath away.

- The climb sure does.
(eerie music)

It does have a sort of beauty, I suppose,

- An unforgiven land.

- Yeah.

- It called to me

from thousands of miles away.

The spirit of this place, it drew me here.

How could I refuse such an invitation?

- This land is cursed.

But you already knew that, didn't you?

- What makes you say that?

- You're the one that cursed it.

(suspenseful music)

- You give me far more
credit than I'm deserving of.

- Who then? How?

- The Indians call her Skadegamutc.

- Can't say I've heard of that one.

- The Apache call her (indistinct).

The ghost witch.

But she's nothing of the sort.

- What is she then?

- The goddess,

the mother of the land,

once a great queen of the Aztecs.

(folk music)

Her spirit beckoned me
from across the wind,

passed thousands of
miles and many centuries.

She's now returned to claim what's hers.

- What for?
(tense music)

- To cleanse this land

of all who refuse her summons to serve.

- Cleanse?

I think you mean kill.

- Such a blunt and simple word.

But, yes.

I summoned her radiant serpent.

He takes their life and
I grant them a new one.

- You mean-
- Most who return

find it impossible to resist her power.

They are somehow who
prove themselves unworthy

by failing to submit.

- And what happens to them?

- Nothing too pleasing, I expect.

First there were your comrads,

the soldiers far to define.

Then the Apache made their choice,

all but one fled rather
than answered her wrath.

- That man you brought back,

the one who kept me.

- He swore to serve her.
Then he portrayed us.

- How so?

- Fool thought he could use
petty magic to destroy the reign

and stop her return to this earthly plane.

Then there was the parson,

chose to use trinkets of his
frail beliefs to do the same.

His wife, the Italian woman,

she went mad after
witnessing the reign's power.

- What about me?

Where do I fit into all this?

- The mother has chosen you.

- For what?

- She admires you.

Your youthful life

and purity of spirit.

- How mighty kind of her.

- We should return her to the camp.

(tense music)

(tense music continues)

(brush rustles)

(tense music continues)

(Bessie panting)

(ominous music)

(ominous music continues)

(ominous music continues)

(ominous music continues)

- Is she dead?

- Alive.

Failing fast.

- Not too much of that.

That's all we got left.

(Bessie gasping)

(Bessie yells indistinctly)

- It's all right. It's all right.

(suspenseful music)

- What are you doing out here?

- Could've asked the same of you.

- We followed a dead man.

Wherever the hell that takes us.

- I know of a stream nearby.

This girl needs more than
a few drops of water.

- Can you walk?

- Guess, I'll have to.

- Good
(tense music)

(Bessie grunting)

(Bessie panting)

(suspenseful music)

(wind blowing)

- Here Calib, I want you to drink this.

- What is it?

- Just something to make the evening

go down a little smoother.

(tense music)

(mysterious music)

(Calib sighs)

- You ready to tell me what
my part is in all this?

(crickets chirping)
(wind blowing)

(crickets continue chirping)
(wind continues blowing)

(eerie music)

(Calib mutters)

Well, what is all this?

(eerie music)

- I should give you both some privacy.

- You want me to?

- She's in the flood.

A child will come.

Sure as sunrise.
- What?

- You wanted to know what
part you had to play?

Here it is!

Don't look so glum.

You'll probably enjoy it.

(curious music)

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

(ominous music)

(spirits vocalizing)

(ominous music)

(Calib speaking in foreign language)

(singers vocalizing)

(Calib speaking in foreign language)

(ominous music)

(singer vocalizing)

(spirits speaking in foreign language)

(Calib speaking in foreign language)

(ominous music)

(Calib speaking in foreign language)

(couple moaning)

(ominous music)

- It is done.

The child that will come,

your vessel to this world.

Praise be.

To you.
(ground rumbling)

Where you going?

- You should leave,

while you still can.

(ground rumbling)
(curious music)

(ground continues rumbling)
(curious music continues)

- It's done then.

You've done well, sister.

The goddess is most pleased.

(ground rumbling)
(curious music)

- We gotta stop.

- It's not far now.

- Look, I don't know
anything about the dead,

but the living, we need to take a rest.

- In case you haven't
noticed, we're outta daylight.

- All the better.

Darkness will prove useful.

- For what?
- The night,

we destroy the blood totem.

- What in the devil is that?

- The devil.

Si. El Diablo.

The relic,

that which casts a great
evil over the land.

- What the hell is he talking about?

- The beacon of she
who rules the darkness.

La bruja maldita,

the ghost witch,

once an Aztec princess,

now a vengeful and powerful
spirit of great evil.

And you!

You've seen her minion and her power.

She takes many forms.

- The visage of my husband.

I thought that was a nightmare
brought on by the exertion.

- Look, I can't make heads
or tails of any of this,

but I'm here to get Lieutenant Belnap.

I'm not here to hunt
down some evil specter.

- The man you seek is with her seminal.

- And how do you claim to know all this?

- The man with one eye
can see many things.

- More riddles.

(Joe speaks in foreign language)

You speak of Skadegamutc?

- The who?
- A great corruptive,

an evil that brings waste
and desolation to the land,

and living death to the people.

- The blood totem is the
beacon that summoned her.

It's her gateway from the spirit world.

- How does a Comancheros
come to know of Aztec magic?

- My blood is of two peoples.

I have the knowledge

and I know what must be done to stop her.

- And what's that?

- Think a good wood chop
and axe should do the trick.

- Foolish girl.

- So this, skada...

- Skadegamutc.

- Yes.

You're saying she's
got my missing soldier?

- He's in her grasp.

We can free him, but we must act quickly.

- Well, if it leads to Belknap,

we gotta get it done.

- We first dispatch her reign.
- What's a reign?

- Her familiar guardian,
a creature of great power.

But we need a medicine man,

someone versed in ancient magic.

(eerie music)

- What is that? Some kind of potion?

- To vanquish the reign,

you must first enter its domain.

- The spirit world? Impossible.

No living man can cross over.

- Quite so.

But a sip from this.

- You mean to poison us?

- If that's a (speaking
in foreign language).

- Wait, what is this?
- Magic.

A potion that stops the heart.

The ancients used it to travel
to the world of the dead.

- You can mark me down for a pass on that.

- It only lasts a couple of hours.

And if the legends are true.

- We come back to life?

- So the old stories go.

- All right then.
- This is crazy.

- Lead the way.

(tense music)

(crickets chirping)

- The seed has been planted.

- Come again?

- Looks like a simple campsite.

- Camp? Nothing simple about it.

Come. We don't have a moment to waste.

(tense music)

(person screams)

(guns banging)

(body thuds)
(tense music)

(ominous music)

(person speaking in foreign language)

- We'll just have to se.

(dramatic music)
(gun banging)

- Well, that's one way to do it.

(gun banging)

(crickets chirping)

- Hey. Okay, okay!
- No closer!

- Evening.
- Who are you?

- You want me?

My name is Lieutenant
Belnap. Fourth Calvary.

Although I seem to have misplaced
my uniform and my horse.

- Calib Belnap?

- That's right.

- At long last.

(crickets chirping)

- I'm Captain Rhodes.

This is Sergeant Proudfoot.

We're here on General Crook's orders.

- What order, sir?

- To bring you home, Lieutenant.

- Well, that's music to my ears.

- Just one matter to settle first.

- Greetings, travelers.

- Come to stop us, I presume?

You're too late.
(dramatic music)

(gun bangs)

(demon yells)

(guns banging)

(demon speaking indistinctly)

(demon groans)

(Rhodes gasps)

- Captain!

(demon growls)
(gun bangs)

(ominous music)

(thunder booms)

(guns banging)
(demon groans)

(demon speaks indistinctly)

(demon groans)

- What?

- You must drink from this.
- No.

- Do it!
(tense music)

(demon grunting)

(mysterious music)

(person speaking in foreign language)

(eerie music)

- Hey!
(demon grunts)

- Drink, now!
- No!

- Hurry!
(thunder booms)

(ominous music)

- Die at the hands of the
reign, there's more coming back.

(upbeat music)

- Jesus.

(upbeat music)

(ominous music)

- What are they doing?

(upbeat music)

- They're crossing over.

(ominous music)

- I told you I'd keep it warm for you.

(ominous music)

- Captain?

Where the hell are we?

- A place even angels won't tread.

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

(Bessie gasps)

- Joseph!

Are we...

- In the spirit world? Yes.

At the domain

of the Skadegamutc.

In limbo.

A terrible place.

- Purgatory?

- Something like that.

(demon growling)
(dramatic music)

- Valiant, yet wasted effort.

In this world or the next,
you'll be left wanting

when you face the power of the Gods.

(suspenseful music)

(body thuds)

(suspenseful music)

Best not to keep our friends waiting.

(demon speaking in foreign language)

(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

- Come. We must hurry.

(ominous music)

(thunder booms)

(mysterious music)

(thunder booms)

(mysterious music)

(mysterious music continues)

- Don't tell me we gotta climb that?

(mysterious music)

(mysterious music continues)

(Calib speaking in foreign language)

(ominous music)

(thunder booms)

- And this is?

- We must reverse the spell

that opened the gates to the spirit world.

- And how do we do that?

There's a prayer.

I'm assuming our friend knows it.

- That's it?

A prayer?

- If that's how the door was open.

- Makes sense if you close it.

- If you say so.

(Cruzado chanting in foreign language)

(thunder booms)
(eerie music)

(dramatic music)

(Calib chanting in foreign language)

(eerie music)

(eerie music continues)

(Cruzado chanting in foreign language)

(demon speaking in foreign language)

(demon continues speaking
in foreign language)

- I don't know what she's saying!

But I can't imagine (indistinct).

(demon speaking in foreign language)

(Cruzado speaking in foreign language)

(group speaking in foreign language)

(demon speaking in foreign language)

(group speaking in foreign language)

(demon speaking in foreign language)

(flames whirring)

(ominous music)

(demon speaking in foreign language)

(group speaking in foreign language)

(demon growing)
(ominous music)

(group speaking in foreign language)

(demon squealing)

(ominous music)

(group speaking in foreign language)

(group continues speaking
in foreign language)

- No!

(ominous music)

(group speaking in foreign language)

(ominous music)

(magical music)

- No!

No!

(dramatic music)

(thunder booms)

(eerie music)

- Did we do it?

(tense music)

(Calib speaking in foreign language)

(gun bangs)

(tense reflective music)

- Harley?

- Hey, darling.
(Bessie gasps)

(Harley exclaims)

- Alright. I'm happy to see you, too.

Hey.
(Bessie sobbing)

(eerie music)

Hey, it's good to see ya.

(ominous music)

- We must go, return to
the world of a living.

- Come on.

- What's wrong?
- Not you.

- You mean?

What you're saying you is...

- We offer you from the
realm of Skadegamutc.

Or for those of us who died.

- That includes me, too.

- Fear not my friends.

The afterlife is full of
wonder beyond imagination.

- More than this here?
- Oh yes. Wait and see.

Beauty beyond words.

- No.

- I'll wait for you.
- No.

- With all my heart,
it'll be a real long time.

(Bessie sobbing)
(eerie somber music)

- I guess you don't get to
take me back alive after all.

- Sorry, Lieutenant.

Any words you'd have me tell your father?

- I can't think of a damn thing.

Tell him one day

long from now,

I'll see him again.
(tense somber music)

- Captain Rhodes?

- Sergeant.
- It's been an honor.

- Honor's been mine, Scout.

- Leaving so soon, Joe?

- Mahon!

- I'll be seeing you.

- It's time.

(ground rumbling)

- I don't-
- I know. I know.

I know, but that's the way it's gotta be.

(tense reflective music)
(Bessie sobbing)

Alright, go on.

(tense reflective music)
(Bessie sobbing)

- Till next time?

(tense reflective music)

(vortex whirring)

(pensive reflective music)

- Sergeant?

- Bessie?

(pensive reflective music)

(curious music)

- Gonna make one hell of a report.

(curious music)

- Come on.

We got a long road ahead of us.

(gentle music)
(crickets chirping)

(gentle music continues)
(crickets continue chirping)

(drums beating)
(people chattering)

- A compelling read.

- Sergeant Joseph Proudfoot.

The man's lost his senses.

- A detachment from Miller's company

was able to recover the
remains of Lieutenant Belnap

as well as those of Captain
Rhodes and some others.

(somber music)

- And I wonder general,

just how are you gonna write this up?

- A damn shame. The man showed promise.

- Sir?

- Captain James Rhodes,
he would've gone far.

- And young Belnap?

- Never met him,

but a rich man's son
tends to climb to the top

regardless of merit.

- I heard he was a fine officer.

And Sergeant Mahon, Buffalo soldier,

the best tracker I've
ever had under my command.

(reflective music)

- We should drink to those brave men.

(reflective music)

(glass clinks)

(reflective music)

(liquid pouring)

Here's to our fallen comrades.

May they ascend on the backs of angels.

(reflective music)

(stately music)

(reflective music)

(curious music)

(bright music)

(bright music continues)

(bright music continues)

(ominous music)

(ominous music fades)

(rhythmic folk music)

(rhythmic folk music continues)

(rhythmic folk music continues)

(rhythmic folk music continues)

(rhythmic folk music continues)

(rhythmic folk music continues)

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