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You are like a little bloodhound.

I thought for sure you wouldn't see me up in that old Ponderosa.

There is not a single hiding spot

this one couldn't sniff out.

-Time for supper. -Mm.

One more game, Pa? Please?

Make it quick.

I don't want the potatoes getting cold.

One... two...

...five... six...

...seven... eight...

...nine... ten.

Oh where, oh where

has my little Emma gone?

Oh where, oh where could she be?

Emma!

Emma, dear.

Come in.

Bonjour, good man.

I need a moment with your Elizabeth.

Is this a demand or a request?

I presume your employer has set forth

a most unsavory rapport c'est moi.

Mm, she thinks you're a cocksucker.

Hm! Well then,

would you please inform La Queen Consul

that Monsieur Jean Le-Grange requests an audience.

She's busy.

Might you be so kind as to

deliver this memorandum...

...to the Crown, if you will.

Ah, sir! Majesty.

What is this?

It's a quote.

Why you gotta be so fucking obscure?

- Hmm. - Get up here.

At the hotel now?

Enjoying a fine meal, I suspect.

You are reckless.

Careful, Frank.

Denigration does not become you.

Now is not the time for the Chief Justice from Helena to represent.

My request is-- is merely a...

requisite venture to secure my-- my interests.

Children are missing.

Those children are long dead.

You know it, and I know it.

Unfortunate indeed.

But progress will not be delayed.

I am not here for the color.

Coons or chinks?

Gold, you half-wit.

I submit your deputy take his leave.

It has come to my attention that there has been some

very large talk behind our

sleeping backs.

Spit it out, La Grange.

We have no time and we cannot be silent.

Treachery is at play.

Details, La Grange.

Monsieur Dan has made a lucrative incentive

to the Chief Justice which ensures our assets

become his.

He wants the jewel in your whorehouse?

Uh-uh-uh. Bordello.

Why?

The same reason all short men want anything.

Power.

And how exactly have you come across these particulars?

My hive of busy bees keeps me well informed.

I presume he believes me to be a feeble opponent.

You are.

That's why you seek alliance.

Well, La Grange can be swayed, but Liz will never sell.

The Chief Justice is a man of renowned repute.

Yeah, so was John Wilkes Booth.

I need order.

None of this talk of missing children,

crying mothers, irate fathers.

The United States government, by its own volition,

will secure private property for public use...

...with just compensation, of course.

To what end?

Make the saloon into a courthouse?

No quicker way to turn the town against you.

After the acquisition,

I will procure the property

at below market value.

Pardon my skepticism...

...but what lands confidence the politicos will take a loss?

The Chief Justice brokers the deal.

Yeah.

Henry?

Time to go.

Henry?

There you are.

What do we have here?

Ah!

It's perfect.

The sores aren't going to simply...

...disappear.

You must cease from oral copulation until they are

fully healed.

I-- I got debts, doc.

I see. All right.

But... I trust...

...you will settle your current obligations

and abstain from oral copulation

for at least a week.

All right?

-Mm? -Mm-hmm.

All right.

You may go.

Oh, dear.

This belongs here.

-What is this? -Gonna need a resupply.

Dry as a desert down there, doc.

Mm, well, rush order from Chicago won't be cheap.

How about I trade you for it?

Straight up!

Your antics are nothing but a pretense.

I am your physician, not a trinket nor a clown.

Go! Go!

Mm. Thank you, mama.

Mm. Mm-mm-mm.

Morning, Mary. Sol.

Hello, Henry. Jo.

How's my little tree sparrow?

That was so thoughtful, Henry.

What is it?

Why it's a wolf, of course.

Magnificent.

Fierce.

Best be off.

Gonna be late for the Reverend's inaugural service.

- May I? - Oh!

You're a gem, Sol.

Mary was wise to gain your affections.

Persistent suitors are impossible to ignore.

- Mm-hmm. - That's right.

Any news?

Put down another mare last night.

That's seven in so many days.

Can't make no sense of it.

Oh.

I was inquiring about the children.

No.

No news.

Lamentably.

Henry.

Your bag, sir.

-I can carry it. -Yes, of course.

-Good day, doctor. -Thank you, young man.

Listen here.

I myself have not spoken to the afflicted couple.

No, no.

So understand the words I appropriate

now on account of...

...unsolicited whispers.

Last night, when that boy was, um...

...counting sheep,

his mother opened the window to let the night air in, but...

...the room they acquired is on the second floor, so there's--

Well...

Anyway, um,

when they... awoke this daybreak, the boy was gone.

Not a sound, not a sign.

As for the door, well...

...it was still locked from the inside.

♪ Pass me not O gentle Savior ♪

♪ Hear my humble cry ♪

♪ While on others Thou art calling ♪

♪ Do not pass me by ♪

♪ Let me at Thy throne of mercy ♪

♪ Find a sweet relief ♪

♪ Heal my wounded Broken spirit ♪

♪ Save me by Thy grace ♪

Welcome, brothers and sisters, to the house of the Lord.

And in His name we give thanks.

I am so grateful to be here.

Graced by your abundant generosity

with more provisions than any man can consume.

Notwithstanding that I am partial to breaking bread,

recent events... compel us to take heed.

Our children... are missing.

Just this morning I heard word of another boy, young Edward Browning.

Gone.

Vanished in cover of night.

What about our animals?

Dying.

No explanation?

Who gives a damn about your pigs?

Our children have been stolen.

It's true.

Our animals are dying.

Horses, dogs, pigs, even chickens.

Our children and our animals,

are they not all God's creation?

Hm?

And what calamity has been bestowed upon them?

The bane of their existence, is it a plague?

Is it a curse? Is it an untimely...

...pestilence befalling?

Help us, Reverend.

Guide us.

Guide me to my child.

I am not afraid.

Not afraid.

Not afraid.

Do you not dismay?

Do you not weep a mother's tears?

Heathens are to blame. Bloodthirsty natives

poison the animals,

seize the children, scalp them, perhaps

- eating them as you preach. - Yes!

Yes.

Condemn the heathens, yes, of course.

They are heretics, are they not?

Heinous crimes imputed to the natives, yes!

To me that is comprehensive.

And before we cast so heavy a stone,

should we not take...

...inventory of ourselves?

We are children... of God,

and God is wise and infinite.

And is it possible that this scourge

is but... a stain?

God's judgment is upon us.

And I say to thee now, repent.

Repent.

Christ is crucified to save us from sin.

Henry, don't you worry about all that fire and brimstone.

You're a good boy.

Won't you be joining us at the dance momentarily?

Oh, no.

I got a laundry list of liberty duties.

And Mary, bet she added a few.

So I be going.

Ah... Give her our best.

Will do.

Oh, at least I've got you and Henry

to keep my mental faculties in place.

Social events are not my forte.

Oh, is that so?

Well...

I do respect your stalwart position

to forego what most women would discern

an obligation to endure,

despite any personal misgivings.

Nevertheless...

...I decline to impale myself

with cavalier discourse, as pretensions

-certainly will prevail. -Mmm.

I must ensure a confidant to whom I can confide

my rationabilities, as their pomposity becomes unbearable.

Good day, George.

Sarah.

Fine sermon, the new reverend...

...inflicted.

Uh, miss Beckett and I were, oh,

just...

...conversing about the wonderful soiree

you've so graciously arranged.

But... I am remiss to learn, regrettably,

that Miss Beckett cannot attend.

Ah...

Ah...

N--

Do tell.

I have a previous engagement.

-Mm. -Yes,

An engagement?

So pressing that you must abscond from our reception

to honor the arrival of the much-anticipated reverend?

Surely, an engagement of such stature

would have found its way into your social calendar.

Ah--

Well, Henry has chores.

Hmm.

It's a shame.

You know, Rose was so looking forward to having

Henry join her for the festivities.

-Ooh! -Hmm.

Perhaps... chores can wait.

Thank you.

You had no choice, Jo.

You're in their employ.

There's a time to dig your heels in, and this just ain't it.

How are you feeling, Clara?

Like a sour melon.

About to burst.

Young lady.

You shouldn't attend social gatherings,

let alone traverse to such an event.

Clara only wants to make acquaintance

with the reverend, Doctor.

Charlie, I don't care if the good Lord

himself took up residence.

Competence as to the consequence of

various anatomical peculiarities.

That's right.

Hereditary or ensuing from previous illnesses

for a woman in your condition.

And I would like some optimism

that you will attend to my diagnosis.

Bed rest until the babies come.

-Yes, sir. Yes. -Yes?

-Yes. All right. Let's go. -Yes, sir.

-Gathering agreeable? -Indeed.

Hm. An endorsement, then?

Have you had occasion to speak with the reverend?

I have not.

Oh. Miss Beckett is our tutor.

She has done wonders with Rose.

Whilst you engage in conversation,

Rose was curious if Henry might like to play with her zoetrope.

May I?

Oh. They're in good hands with Arthur.

Convert with the reverend.

Cursed migraines.

The medicine... it is a marvel.

Hmm. Yes.

Your ailment has lingered.

But I must insist,

my accommodation is a lower dose.

You don't know the torment I carry.

I know... your pension for opioids.

Three bottles.

As prescribed.

Henry?

- Rose? - Henry?

Henry!

What happened? You were supposed to be watching them!

Henry!

Henry?

Henry!

I understand your distress, Miss Beckett.

I, too, am embittered by events of late.

We're all in want for a indicator,

a sign, a trace, a clue to cause.

I'm doing the best I can with limited resources.

I assure you, my investigation is forthright.

He's gone, Frank.

My boy is gone.

You're not the only mother whose child's missing.

Charlie.

Charlie, accommodate Miss, uh, Beckett here.

Help her find her lost boy.

Henry is not lost.

He was taken.

Just like the others.

Miss Beckett?

My girls don't work on credit.

You ever hear of professional courtesy?

Oh, you're a goddamn liability.

I'm already laying down, just send one of the ugly ones out!

Look at you!

The thought of my girls spreading their legs

for that slug that slithers out between yours!

It's my job to keep your girls safe from scoundrels.

Now, what happens when the wrong man steps foot near you, huh?

Put the knife away.

You ain't nothing but a stain.

Though I admire your compulsion to intervene,

the quarrel between that un morceau de merde and I

had not yet reached a boil.

Next time, I'll let the prick gut you

and feed you to the hogs.

What's going on?

It's Henry.

Okay, come on, let's go.

-Everything in order? -It's a fucking calamity.

We'll be in my office.

No interruptions.

And wake up Jack.

I ain't paying him to sleep.

Sit.

If you don't mind, I'll stand.

I fancy standing myself. I--

I said sit.

Yes, ma'am.

No drinking on the job, ma'am.

Don't be an asshole, Charlie.

Okay.

You need a drink.

No, I need my son.

We're gonna find him.

But the others, they haven't been found.

They've been missing for days, weeks, some of them.

Hey, hey, don't worry about the others.

This is Henry.

We will find him.

We will. We will.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Just saying.

Next time La Grange needs the law,

he's on his own.

I don't want you causing problems, Cooley.

Ain't enough the children are missing?

With the Chief Justice in town, George Derne is

spreading cheeks.

But I'm the one who's getting fucked.

La Grange.

He's from Missouri.

Can you believe that?

Bootlicker ain't even French.

It's open.

Wanted to see me?

Silas and Sadie Ingram?

I know 'em. They've out by the old rajite mine

en route to Dillon.

That's them.

They have a little one too, Emma.

Something happened?

They're dead.

Rider came in and said the bodies are, uh...

Well, it ain't natural.

Need you to come take a look.

I'll get my bag.

Knocked on every door, checked every tent.

Reckon we'll mount a search.

There's dwellings in the woods, not quite

into Indian territory.

But might be worth...

...for the sake of exhausting every option, of course.

When you speak of Indian territory, where?

Or more likely, who is relevant to your meaning?

Ma'am, I am simply saying there have been stories

of people taken from their homes and--

Let's not act as though we've not all heard reports of such things.

Tall tales told by those who sit on stolen land.

Mary's right.

We just need to find Henry.

We searched every corner of the camp.

The boy just isn't here.

On that, Charlie...

...we can both agree.

You know, the reverend's door is always open.

Does he have a name?

It's just a goat.

Well, it isn't here.

You can feel the air, quiet and cold.

You can feel the hunger.

Pale and gaunt.

As if risen from the earth.

Death and corruption, sent.

Dormit.

Thy ravenous hunger.

Fire.

It's only the blessed.

Reverend.

My son.

Has been the corpus of my prayers

all afternoon.

My mind betrays me.

For I fear the worst.

Come, my child.

Let us pray together.

For Henry's safe and swift return.

The Lord is patient.

And we, like the Lord, must heed restraint.

We must remain diligent in our faith.

He has a plan.

Oh, Heavenly Father,

we do not presume to ask for your plan.

We ask rather for your grace.

May your love shield Henry from harm...

...until he is found.

Yes.

In your grace, we pray.

Amen.

-Amen. -Amen.

My child...

Hold to your faith and rejoice.

Those...

...who deny communion with our Lord truly suffer.

Our faith shall be tested with your belief in Him resolute.

-Yes. -Yes.

Henry!

Henry!

Mother?

Henry!

Henry!

We have to go into town today.

People need to know you're safe.

That you're home.

You are home, Henry.

We should pray.

Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts,

which we're about to receive from thy bounty,

through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

Well?

Um...

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

Well...

The organs.

Do you see their coloring?

It's a-- It's a ghostly bluish-gray.

And her body is--

It's bone-dry.

Silas's was, too.

And... right here,

two... deep incisions.

No clotting.

It's--

It's as if, um--

It's as if she--

Her blood was...

...d-- drawn out.

What the hell do you mean, drawn out?

We bury 'em.

Here.

Not a word of this to anyone.

Yes.

So good to see you.

Please, come in.

Something's amiss.

There is a darkness here.

Your boy.

He isn't well.

No.

No, everything is fine.

It's just...

since Henry's return, he's a little...

Well, he just needs time to acclimate, that's all.

Henry's life is in danger...

...as is yours.

You must find balance.

We are in harmony...

...with the wholeness of nature.

The heart and the soul.

The spirit will guide you.

You must take heed.

For your life as with Henry's hangs in the balance.

Go to your son.

Show him the purity... of a mother's love.

Uh, we should say a few words.

I'm good.

You stay.

Well...

um...

...today we... honor...

...the lives of...

...Sadie and Silas Ingram...

...loving mother and father.

Oh, well... I didn't know them,

...not-- not really, but...

...their demise...

God damn you.

Whatever they've done in life to displease your omnipotence...

...they sure as hell do not warrant to... perish

with the utmost horror and bodily suffering imaginable.

Oh, and their-- their daughter, Emma.

Sweet thing.

I pray she is safe.

And I curse you if she has befallen a similar fate.

Hear this, O Lord.

Amen.

Mrs. Derne, the cherry pie

was delectable.

And worth the trip from Helena alone.

You're too kind.

An afternoon baking something sweet always brings me solace.

To solace, then.

Sarah, darling,

it's getting late...

...and Mr. Everett and I still have some business to discuss.

Mm-hmm?

Certainly.

Mr. Everett, it's been a delight.

Good night.

Well...

Eminent domain.

We only had to say it once.

Execution of the errand,

it's not a complication.

Acceptance of your proposal is entirely dependent upon payment.

Of course.

Facilitation will be costly.

My holdings are substantial.

A toast, then.

To our respective confidence.

Your reputation does not disappoint.

Without Judas, there'd be no Jesus.

Got a light?

Oh, indeed.

Henry's back.

What?

Where?

How?

This morning, by all accounts.

By whose account promotes such a report?

And why is notice of such an event

belated from my knowledge?

All I know is that the boy is back.

"Then he returned...

...and walked in the house to and fro

and went up and stretched himself upon him

and the child sneezed seven times

and the child opened his eyes."

Henry...

...will you join me in prayer?

Please.

He's at La Grange's. Tending to the girls.

Much obliged.

That will be all.

Ah... Henry.

It is good to see you.

Welcome back.

Well done, son.

Well done.

Um...

Physically, he's fine.

He's not fine.

You saw in his eyes, he's not even there.

Something is wrong.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Something-- something... is amiss.

Henry's disappearance and subsequent emergence is, um...

...curious indeed.

However, I am...

...apprehensive to make any concrete diagnosis

regarding his current condition.

As for the indisposition beset upon your son, I--

I regret to surmise that...

...his malady is beyond

my area of expertise.

Tell me what to do.

For now, um...

...you go home.

Yes, you let the boy rest.

I will check on him later.

-I'm afraid, Roy. -Jo...

Miss Beckett? Excuse moi, si vous plait?

It would be lovely if I could have a quick word.

Ah, please allow me to express my sincere gratitude

at young Henry's safe return.

-Much obliged. -It seems as though

we are witness to be a miracle, no?

Indeed.

When I was a child, a pêcheur

was lost at sea.

Many weeks came to pass.

We presumed the worst, but then--

Mr. La Grange, do you have a query?

No query, just being neighborly.

Right.

Please allow me to be your escort.

So, the pêcheur upon arrival

was vigorous, uh, victorious, most of all, prosperous.

Hello, Liz.

Should have been an actor.

You always were Thompson's colt.

And you?

Still so hateful.

You'd steal a coin off a dead man's eyes.

I don't have time to trade insults, John.

What do you want?

How about a whiskey, for starters?

You know I hate drinking alone.

That's why you and me never work, John.

I only drink alone.

Penny for your thoughts...

...what do you know of George Derne?

He's an asshole.

I mean, what do you know of him today?

I don't know. Same as you.

Mr. Derne and I had an appointment

to conclude a business transaction.

He was to meet me at his hotel.

He did not materialize.

Why don't you walk over to his fucking house and meet him then?

That was not our arrangement.

I'll be back with a bottle.

One bottle, two glasses.

I need you to find out what's going on at the Dernes.

And be discreet.

A-- Allow me to apologize.

I confess I've not been entirely forthright.

-No? -Well, you asked if I had a query.

-And? -Well, I still await your reply.

In view of recent events, eh,

I restraint to broach the matter, but

with sweet Henry returning, it seemed only reasonable

that you would consider a response to my proposal.

- My answer is no. - But--

-But, Miss Beckett... -I said no!

What the fuck, Charlie?

This your idea of discreet?

You want me to take him around back?

God damn it. Give me his legs.

Hm, a wolf...

...most likely. Maybe...

...a dog.

No foul play I can detect.

No, no. Just... an unfortunate turn of events.

Well, what the fuck does that mean?

Well, it means the events have turned.

We got a problem at the Dernes.

And?

It's best the doc takes a look.

Charlie, you stay here.

Put a lid on this box.

Where's that little girl?

Well, this is how I found 'em.

I didn't touch a thing.

There's a-- something else.

Goddamn.

Tell me.

Sanguination.

What?

Her blood has been drained.

I understand, doc.

I'm asking you, what the fuck is going on here?

Their blood has been extracted.

The Dernes.

Same as Sadie and Silas.

No other wounds I can find, except--

except two small... cuts

in their neck, which is where they were...

...siphoned, I conjecture.

This is absurd.

Actually, it's pathological.

I need answers, Hawkins.

Not a fucking diagnosis.

Well, clearly the maid didn't do it.

Did she?

Yeah.

And sure as shit wasn't the devil.

We gotta keep this quiet.

People wanna find out.

Someone needs to hang for this.

Otherwise, there's gonna be hysteria.

Fucking...

What'd you have in mind?

Bring me the liveryman's wife.

I believe I gave you explicit instructions to take Henry home.

Rest is not the answer.

I suppose you know about La Grange.

-I do. -It was Henry.

What was Henry?

He killed La Grange.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

The-- The damage to his throat

is consistent with that of a bite

from a large carnivorous animal.

Long canine teeth, two on top and two on the bottom.

You see, look here.

These incisors are the first point of contact

between predator and prey.

It was Henry.

Miss Beckett,

if you are resolute on a narrative of fiction,

I advocate you forbear from further solicitation.

Damn it, Roy.

I was there.

He ripped out the man's throat.

I don't know what to do.

Well...

You know...

...s-- sometimes the insight we seek...

...lies outside the province of science.

Welcome, my friends, to the house of the Lord.

Bow our knees...

...unto the Father of our Lord, Jesus Christ...

...of whom the entire family

in Heaven and Earth is named.

He would grant us according to the riches of His glory

to be strengthened with might...

...by His Spirit in the inner man.

Henry!

Henry!

I ain't playing games, son.

Like I said, she ain't here.

I'm just a messenger sent by decree.

Can't help you.

Jesus Christ.

Sheriff sent me to fetch her.

Has some questions is all.

Maybe you don't hear too well.

It ain't my leaning to repeat myself.

-Goddamnit, Sol, the squaw-- -You proceed with that tone,

you ain't walking out of here alive.

I'll shoot you.

There is that possibility.

Tell your boss we ain't receiving.

Now get out.

Let in me a clean heart, O God,

and renew a right spirit within me.

Cast me not away from thy presence

and take not thy Holy Spirit from me.

Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation.

Uphold me with thy free spirit... in--

Mother?

Mother...

Henry!

Henry!

No, no, no!

You bitch!

Shoot her! Charlie!

You fucking whore!

Toss the shovel.

Charlie, bring me the Indian.

Hawkins... save the leg... if you can.

Any further obtrusion...

...I'll have you hanged.

Every last one of you.

All right. Sit him down.

-Reverend, hold him down. -Yes.

Get his leg up.

Easy, easy.

Hold him down, Reverend.

Enjoy the show?

Thoroughly.

Oh, whiskey.

- How bad? - Whiskey.

How bad, doc?

Bite down. This is gonna hurt.

All right.

All right.

Hold his ankle.

Now!

On three.

One... two... three!

Oh, yes.

Bravo!

Bravo!

A testament...

...to skill and merit.

That's right.

Never have I been impressed by you.

Honesty.

Integrity.

Restraint.

Attributes you do not possess.

Still, you prove me a fool.

Only now I see you're an evil man.

Missing children...

...the dead drained of blood, and now the Dernes?

It's unnatural.

Sadistic.

Covert.

Let go of the rope and put the gun down.

It's the Indians.

Godless heathens. Wild savages.

-I condemn them. -Let her go!

I will have order in this camp.

-Sheriff! -Shut up, Charlie!

One more step, I will shoot her dead.

She doesn't have to die.

You need a scapegoat.

One the camp will believe.

What's your offer?

I'll confess.

I'm already...

...an outsider.

What's going on in there, Charlie?

I got orders.

Help me, Charlie!

What happened?

The sheriff.

What he did is wrong.

What the fuck, Charlie? Whose side are you on?

Shut up, Cooley.

Goddamn.

That boy ain't right.

Jo!

No, no, Jo! God! Sit down!

Sit.

I'm sorry.

I-- I know. I know.

We need to get you upstairs.

Come on. She needs to go upstairs.

Henry, too.

Let's go. Everyone upstairs.

All right. It's all right. Upstairs.

Upstairs. All right.

Reverend, you keep an eye on him.

Easy on that leg.

No drink.

Well, ain't this cozy.

Let us pray.

The only thing I'm praying for, Reverend, is another bottle.

Thought you might be hungry.

Oh, no, thank you.

Okay. Well, there's more if you need it.

How's Mary?

Well, I...

...imposed a cogent sedative, so she'll be...

...in repose for some time.

Yes, so, um,

I must ascertain the deputy's condition.

I'll return directly.

Yes?

Where's Cooley and the Reverend?

They left.

What?

Must I remind you of the misery that transpired earlier?

The man has a broken tibia.

Deputy Cooley is in no condition to put pressure

of any kind on that leg.

All I know is they was there

before I went in the storage room,

and when I returned, they was gone.

I ain't no babysitter.

Damn it.

They're gone.

Cooley and the Reverend.

Good riddance.

How is that possible?

Fuck Cooley.

We've got a bigger concern.

It's Sol.

Sheriff tortured Mary.

Sol confessed to murder.

To everything. He'll hang in the morning.

I got an idea.

If you deemed it of worth

to allow me to participate

by explicating the particulars of this notion,

oh, you might find

that I'd be of some assistance and resourcefulness.

The Dernes are dead.

You knew?

Yes.

I knew.

How, pray tell, would my delineation of their

untimely demise be of service to you?

Derne primed the Chief Justice to arrange

for the dolts in Washington to force La Grange and me to sell.

You have a testament of this?

Chief Justice will get his money just through a new edict.

Hmm.

Acquittal for Sol.

Same as the Dernes.

Doc, what the hell's going on?

Is everything all right?

Hey, no one goes in that room, understand?

Jo, wake up.

Where's Henry?

M-- Maybe with Mary.

Henry!

Henry!

Chief Justice Everett?

Yes.

And the Indian? We don't know where she is.

No, but...

Goddamn it.

It looks like we got ourselves two killers.

Charlie, where's Cooley?

Haven't seen him.

Everyone's disappearing.

That heathen witch.

She put a spell on this camp.

Even my goddamn horse is dead.

-This ends tonight. -What?

You gonna hang, boy.

You and your squaw.

No! No!

No, wait!

Wait! He's innocent!

No one's innocent.

Charlie, get the shackles and the rope.

No.

You don't have the stones.

Sol, get the keys.

You're already swinging, Charlie.

Just don't know it yet.

All right. Hold still, hold still.

That's it.

That's it.

Sure you're all right, doc?

I've...

...had worse.

What now?

Well, we're gonna be okay tonight.

But come morning, we're gonna need some help.

What about Marshal Holden?

No. Holden's gonna hang me for treason.

Sergeant Stance.

Served with him after the war.

Ninth Cavalry.

Hmm. Buffalo soldiers.

Stance is a drunk and a brawler, but he's a good man.

Last I heard, he was stationed in Virginia City.

Could be here by sunup.

I'll send a telegraph.

But, um...

...Sol, you need to leave town.

What of Mary?

That, my friend, eludes me.

Conversely, your safety, if you stay here, will be compromised.

Yes, doc.

When I took this job...

...Clara looked at me like I was somebody important.

Deputy Charlie Quinn.

It was respectable.

It was decent.

But I was naive.

This job is a lie.

You're a liar.

And there is devilry everywhere.

No badge can hide wrongful actions.

Who's there?

Sol.

Mary here?

Checked the livery in our cabin.

How are you here?

Charlie.

Turned his gun on Sheriff Martin.

Put him behind bars.

Guarding him until we get help.

Hawk can send a telegram to Virginia City.

I got a friend there.

You can't stay here.

-It's not safe. -Jo...

...ain't no other place safe.

He's different.

Like an animal.

He killed La Grange.

What you gon' do?

I don't know.

But it won't hurt me.

Whatever happened, whatever changed him,

he knows I'm his mother.

Are you sure you want to see?

Henry.

Sweetheart.

Henry!

Henry! Henry!

- Henry! - Woah!

Henry...

No! Henry!

Sol.

Are you the wolf?

Or the lamb?

Two pistols.

Close range...

...verse a rifle at night?

Ain't good odds for you, Jo.

It'd be better if you leave.

I applaud your confidence.

But you can't win.

Now what's it gonna be?

You heard the lady.

You should go.

I am no lamb.

No, no.

No.

You sure you have the conviction?

Hey, doc.

I can't sleep.

We're restless as well.

I just don't feel principled taking leave from Jo like we did.

Seems proper we rectify by looking in on her.

It is so terrible what happened to your Henry.

I... yearn to bring you solace.

May I... enter?

Yes. Yes, of course.

- Thank you. - Let me make some tea.

Oh, please, don't go to any trouble.

No trouble.

- A cup of warmth will do us good.

Your strength in this time...

...is... well,

it's the true tale

of your constitution.

You have endured...

...so much darkness and still...

...you cling to your faith.

I'm reminded of Job.

He suffered too.

And his spirit...

...shines through you.

Ironic, isn't it?

Using your own son's knife...

...to cut his throat.

Our children-- our children--

Our children... are missing.

Your poor boy...

...belongs to the realm of which I...

What do you want?

Sol! Mary!

Sol!

Together, might we... rule?

Life eternal.

And I found my queen.

Yes.

Henry.

You could take me to Henry?

Walk with me,

and we shall embrace him.

Again.

Take me away from this life.