All language subtitles for The Bad Bat (2019)

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You here looking for work?

I'm afraid not.

Says he's not here
looking for work, boys.

Perhaps a drink then.

Before I ask as to what
your business is here,

may I inquire as to whether
or not you are a veteran, sir?

I am.

Well, damn those Yankees.

Damn them and damn their ideals.

Ran me out of my home.

Ran me out of my state.

State that I bled for.

State that I gave sons for.

Are you aware of who I am, boy?

I am.

General.

And what's your name?

Breecher.

Well, Mr. Breecher,

I am beginning to
tire of this exercise,

and I would like for you to
state your goddamn business.

Pinkertons.

Spied on us through
the whole war.

I'm afraid I may have
cut the throats of many

an innocent private because I
thought they might be working

for the Pinkertons.

So what now,
Pinkerton detective?

General Corbin Dandridge,
you are a wanted war criminal

and you have been
sentenced to hang.

I'm here to see that those
wishes are carried out.

And how exactly do you
plan on carrying that out?

Can start by finding
an oak tree big enough

to hold a man of your stature.

How did you find me?

A snake is not hard to find

when you flip over
enough rocks, General.

Well, I'll not be swingin'
from an oak tree today.

And the fact that you
thought you could come here

and execute me proves
your utter stupidity.

Do you refuse to
come quietly, General?

Whatever happens next
ain't gonna happen quietly.

But I'm gonna let you
have one last drink.

One last drink before you
meet the worms for yourself.

'Cause I assure you, sir,

you will not be afforded
the courtesy of a pine box.

Drink that whiskey, boy.

What is it, Henry?

There's a telegram
from your man, sir.

To Senator Benjamin Burke.

Correspondence from
Mathias William Breecher.

Confederate General
Corbin Dandridge

refused to come peacefully.

Defensive measures were taken

which resulted in the
general's violent demise.

Two other warrants
have been served.

Will notify you again

when wire and carrier
become available.

To those who truly believed
in the Confederate cause,

surrender was never an option.

None of these men will let
themselves be hanged, sir.

These people thought that
justice would never find them.

I can only imagine their
surprise when a man arrived

to stretch their neck.

Most men would never take
kindly to such a proposal, sir.

Did we take so kindly to
chains and shackles, Henry?

And now that I'm in
a position of power,

I intend to make an
example of such men.

I've waited a long
time to find somebody

to take on this task.

Someone that did not
fear the endeavor.

Someone that I could put
faith in to see it through.

This task, the man you have
chosen, this Mathias Breecher

are necessary tools to move
forward into a brighter future.

Harlan.

Breecher.

Now you come in
a peaceful manner

or should I be
lookin' for cover?

You killed a general.

Now how might you know that?

Took me the better part
of a year to track down

that old Dandridge.

Night and day, I
was asking folks

from the Mississippi
to the Colorado.

Ran into a trapper
near Deadwood.

Said he'd heard of a man
fought on the losing side

in the war making a
living down south.

I arrived at that camp.

There was wolves
picking at the bones.

Nothing there to salvage,
not even any scalps.

I'm sorry to have
disappointed you, Harlan.

Not a lot of bounties
out there at the moment.

Would lead a man such
as myself to believe

that the two of us might
cross paths sometime soon.

We do not live

in the most peaceful of
occupations, my friend.

No, we do not.

So how do we avoid seeing
each other for a while?

You could always retire.

I'm working on it.

However, you might take your
own advice on the issue.

And where would a man
like me go, Mathias?

My lands, they're nearly gone.

The trail, this horse, this job.

All I have.

You know, settling down in
old age would not suit me.

I have always
respected you, Mathias.

You've been honest, just,
fair, and honorable.

For a white man, that
is a rare attribute.

Sometime soon, Mathias,

you and I will have to
exchange fire with one another.

It is inevitable.

Well, when that time
does come, Harlan,

whoever the victor, may
death be quick and merciful.

Good bye, Mathias.

Good bye, Harlan.

Ain't never heard of him.

It was a
good offer, woman.

I cannot guarantee
there'll be another one.

We don't need another offer.

My answer has been
and will be no.

It is unwise not to take

Mr. Quaid's generosity
into consideration.

Get off my land.

Mam.

Come on, let's go.

Can I help you?

It is quite possible
that you just might.

That depends on what
you're lookin' for.

I must say I'm not in a very
trusting or kindly way today.

I'm looking for
Reginald Cooke.

You state your
business with him,

and it better not be about
buying this here land.

Old friend.

You came to say good bye?

Good bye?

You don't know.

Know what, mam?

Sarah, my name is Sarah.

Okay then, Sarah.

If you are my father's
friend, then I'm being rude.

I'm sure your horse could
use some shade and water.

And I got some still
hot coffee inside.

Why don't you come this way?

Thank you.

I know my father will be happy

to see a friendly
and familiar face.

Your father?

The only one I got.

Come on.

Your horse should
be fine out there.

We haven't seen any
snakes as of late,

and we got a tabby cat
that keeps the rats at bay.

All right, come, sit.

Thank you.

So how do you know my father?

We fought in the same war.

And you're proud
of that, are ya?

No.

Not many men
would say as much.

Most of 'em are too proud.

Well, I am proud of
very few things, mam.

Well, that's no
way to live now.

I'm sorry, I forgot
to ask you your name.

How rude of me.

Breecher, Mathias
William Breecher.

Strong name.

Your father, what's
wrong with him?

He has the deep cough,
what they call the pneumonia.

He has trouble breathin',
even talkin' sometimes.

For a while, I had the doctor
comin' out every other day,

but then it all seemed futile.

So I'm doing the
best I can for him,

but he's living
on borrowed time.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I'm sorry you have
to see him like this.

You know, he was
such a strong man,

but then you know
all about that.

Would you like to see him now?

That might be best.

Father, you have a visitor.

Well, I'll leave you both to it.

Ring your bell if
you need anything.

Right now I'm not the
brightest, warmest fire

on the coldest, darkest night.

So forgive me if I don't
recognize a friendly face.

No forgiveness needed, sir.

Did
you serve under me?

I did not.

Work for me?

No, sir.

Well, how the hell
did we ever cross paths?

Our paths have not
crossed until just now, sir.

Oh boy.

I waited a long, long time
for someone like you to come.

I always knew that my
sins would catch up to me.

I did a bunch of terrible
things in the war,

and I always knew at one time

I was gonna have
to atone for it.

I assume you did
some soldiering.

I have.

It's in your eyes.

You got it, I got it, anybody
that fought in the war gets it

because you can't get rid
of the stench of death.

When you take a life, you
never, ever forget it.

I know you got it.

The warrant, let me see it.

Read it and make it proper.

You know your crimes, Captain.

You don't need
to call me Captain.

Who are you kiddin'?

That was a long time ago.

Like I said, Mr. Cooke, you
and only you know your crimes.

And you can take them
up with the good Lord

when you meet him for yourself.

What about my daughter?

What's gonna happen to her?

I cannot answer that, sir.

Why don't you just
have the courage?

Shoot me right here in my bed.

Kill me.

Are you gonna drag me out
by the goddamn willow tree?

No, not the willow tree

because that's where
my wife is buried.

And I'll be goddamned if I'm
gonna think of my daughter

going to visit
her mother's grave

with an image of me swinging
up above her at the time.

I will not hang you.

I will not shoot you.

I will let you pass
as God sees fit.

But I will stay here for it.

It's my job to watch men like
you take their last breath.

That is the burden I
must carry in this life.

Heavy burden, isn't it, son?

Will these accommodations
be all right?

More than all right, mam.

Sarah.

Sarah.

Come.

If you'll be needing to
put your things anywhere,

we have a chest for you.

Feel free.

Thank you.

Why carry two?

Better to have two
loaded guns when needed.

Any occupation that requires
a man to carry such firepower

must be of mighty importance.

Or of the law-breaking kind.

But then it's none of
my business what you do.

It's been such a long time
since we've had a horse here.

Why's that?

Probably because we
can't keep 'em alive.

Heck, we can barely
keep ourselves alive.

You see, there's some men around
here who would like to see

this land taken from us.

One man in particular
goes by the name of Quaid.

It was his men you
saw here this morning.

Now that Father is dying, he
sees a greater opportunity.

They'll do anything
to try and run us off.

This is tough country.

It takes an even
tougher soul to tame it.

Fact is, you kept
it going this long.

Means you got a lot
of fight in you.

It's an admirable
quality, Sarah.

Well, I'll leave
you to it then.

You know, I'm making some stew.

I thought maybe you
might want to join me.

Or if you're tired
from your journey,

I will understand if
you'd prefer to rest.

I can bring you a bowl.

I would love to join you.

All right then, I'll see you
inside in just a little bit.

I hope it's all right.

I'm not exactly the best cook.

Anything is better
than hard tack.

I suppose that's true.

So tell me, Mr. Breecher, did
you really come all this way

just to see my father?

Please, call me Mathias.

I did.

And for reasons I
should not be privy to?

No, but I would think
them not much important now.

Father must have seen a
bootfull of kindness in you

to ask you to stay like he did.

I mean, I have never seen
him have overnight company.

I imagine we see eye to
eye on a good many things.

I would hope so.

How long you been on the trail?

One year, six
months, three days.

That's a long time.

Now you're really
temptin' me to ask

what it is you do for a living.

I'm a detective.

You come to see my father.

You know, he became a
different man after the war.

Haunted like.

He wouldn't tell me much
about what happened,

but I know he regrets it.

He was afraid.

Afraid of possible
repercussions from his actions.

And that's why he up and
took us all the way out here

to the middle of nowhere.

He feared that somehow
we'd be caught up

in whatever was comin' for him.

My mother, well, this land
was just too hard for her.

She hated it, and she died
shortly after we came here.

And for quite some time,
I did blame him for that.

But there's good
in him, I seen it.

He's trying to reform himself.

He built a decent life
for me and him here.

He has changed.

Maybe I should go.

Please don't leave.

Whatever his sins,
whatever his demons,

they die with him
as will the past.

And what will you do, Sarah?

Oh, well I have given
that a great deal of thought

as of late.

This land has been
something of a challenge,

but nothin' would suit me
better than to tame it.

A workin' farm then.

Yes, this is good land.

The rich earth for
crops, for farmin'.

And I been thinkin'
about my own cattle herd

for some time now.

I mean, that is a
profitable venture.

Well I was a cattle drover
on the plains for a short time.

It's hard work.

I would welcome it.

Why are you smiling?

It's a rare thing
to meet a woman

with such perserverence
and fortitude.

It's a welcome sight is all.

Well, thank you.

And what about you,
Mathias Breecher?

What does the
future hold for you?

Land?

And what might you
do with it if bought?

Logging, farming, droving.

Anything that might have be
finding my head on a pillow

instead of a rock or a log.

A place to call home.

I see.

Thank you for the supper
and the conversation.

It was an unexpected pleasantry.

Which, my company or the stew?

I warned you.

I'll see
you in the morning.

I look forward to it.

Sarah.

Afternoon, Mathias.

She's a hard worker.

I can see that.

It's not exactly the life
that I wanted her to have.

I think she's done
just fine for herself.

You raised her well, sir.

Maybe.

My days are numbered.

I'm sure that brings
you some kind of joy.

I get no pleasure from
watching you die, sir.

Would you do something for me?

Bring that chair over here
so I can look you in the eye.

I'm dying, and my
daughter has to watch it.

I need you to help
me to the afterlife.

If I was to oblige you,
it would involve a noose.

Oh no, it's gotta
be out of sight.

I'm no sneak, sir.

What about poison?

That is murderous.

Murderous?

Jesus Christ, you use
murder as a business.

What the hell is the difference
between hanging me out there

on some goddamned tree or
letting me consume something

to take my life?

If I hang you, it is
by decree of the courts.

Poisoning you is murder.

It is not a justifiable
way of death.

Justified, what the hell are
you talking about justified?

You think you're justified?

You also are a bastard

because you are keeping a
man from his dying wish.

Live with that.

This death is the best
you'll get, and it's a favor.

Embrace it.

You piece of shit.

Everything okay?

Everything's fine.

A town nearby?

Yep, a few miles that-a-way.

What about that Quaid fella?

He live in that direction?

He does.

Lives off the main road about
half a mile to the west.

I don't reckon
you'll run into him.

Hey, boss.

You can get yourself shot

ridin' onto a man's
ranch, stranger.

State your business.

Cooke homestead.

What about it?

I'm asking you to leave it be.

Is that a fact?

I'm willing to pay.

Pay?

I don't need money,
but I need that land.

What's your relation to her?

Just a friend.

Just a friend.

I don't think so.

I think she went out and
got herself a hired gun.

Well, like I said, I
don't need the money.

But I do like
entertainment now and then.

You a gambling man?

I enjoy a good card game.

I'm not talking about
a goddamn card game.

Here's the deal, you
beat my best man,

and that little bitch
can keep her land.

What's on the other
end of this deal?

There is no other end.

Hector.

Come on.

It's over.

Get off my land.

Whoa, boy.

Who did this to you?

It was a fair fight.

Looks like you gave
as good as you got.

What happened?

Simple arrangement.

Arrangement?

That man Quaid won't
be bothering you anymore.

Mathias?

Yeah.

Please, come inside.

I'm afraid I'm filthy, Sarah.

Yes, you are.

Please.

I was boiling water today,
awaitin' your return.

I thought you might
want to wash up proper.

I even made you some soap.

Now it seems even
more appropriate.

I do not have much to offer
in return for all the help.

I hope this will suffice.

Your shirt is filthy.

I could wash it for you.

Here, let me help you.

Here, get comfortable,
I'll bring you some towels.

Pardon the intrusion,

but I think that those wounds
need some attendin' to.

Do you mind if I help?

No man should endure such pain.

Hazards of the occupation.

No amount of money or pride
or honor is worth all of this.

I think there must be
plenty of other men,

with scars or without,

who could pick up where
you might leave off.

I do not know how
to be still, Sarah.

I think you could learn how.

I think that you're afraid.

I think that...

I think that you and
violence have a relationship

only you can understand.

And I think that
you're afraid, sorry,

of what might happen
if you let it go.

I'm afraid of what I
might become if I do.

You would become
and even better man.

Go.

Here, Father.

I'm sorry.

There's nothing
to be sorry for.

It's me who should be sorry.

No.

Yeah, I dragged your
mother and you out here.

And now I'm leaving you.

I have everything I need
because you raised me right.

I did unspeakable things,
things I can't ever even...

Just can you understand that?

I know about them, but
that was so many years ago.

All this time has passed,
and yet you still live

each and every day as though
those deeds and that war

was just a fortnight ago.

Father, do you repent
of those deeds?

I don't know.

Well, I'm not your
final judge and jury.

But I forgive you, Daddy.

You are forgiven.

All your family
always loved you.

And I will be okay here.

I will be okay in this world.

God, I love you.

I love you too.

Hyah!

What the hell is that?

Son of a bitch.

What happened to
our deal, Quaid?

We still have a deal.

Here it is.

No!

Father.

Father.

Father, Father.

I don't know why I'm crying.

I knew it was coming
sooner or later.

You saw it happening
a different way.

Thank you for being
an honorable man.

I know you had a job to
do, but you let him go out

on the terms that God
had thrust upon him.

And when the time came, he
chose not to lie on his back

and die in his bed
but come out in front

and protect his
home and his family.

And I suppose that was the
best death he was gonna get.

Besides, we don't get paid
enough for what we do as it is.

Just make sure the
sheriff doesn't find out.

Hey, stranger.

What's your business
in our little town?

This here place
has the best liquor.

This saloon have a hotel?

Si.

Us girls ain't so bad either.

Mam.

Hello, what can I do for you?

I need a room,
just a few nights.

Nothing fancy, just a
clean pillow and a bed.

I have a room upstairs
at the end of the hall.

That'll do just fine.

If I can just get
your signature please.

What kind of town is this?

Used to
be a mining town.

Mine go bust?

Long time back.

The whole town was going
bust until a man came in here

and got this place
up and running.

Suppose everyone needs their
whiskey and good times.

Regardless of how
this place looks,

it's been a profitable
venture for the man.

Not a fan of the job?

Not a fan of the man.

So what brings you to our town?

Just passin' through.

On your way to Texas?

Something like that.

Most travel on
through from California.

You might find this town is
not the friendliest of places.

But it is all some of us have.

The brown mare
outside, it's mine.

I'll see that he's
properly tended to,

but it's compliments
of the establishment.

Thank you, mam.

Room eight, that
end of the hall.

Gentlemen,
pair of fours.

Give me a little
more of that, darlin'.

Watch
your back with those.

Sleeves over there.

- Yep, I'll lose.
- Yeah, arms.

Queen,
queen, 10 wins.

Oh, I can't do anything.

Barkeep,
I need a drink.

A new face is
always refreshing.

Not interested.

Maybe I'm not either.

And maybe I'm just lookin'
for somebody to talk to.

Care to go upstairs
to that room of yours

and relieve your troubles?

It's rude not to
drink with a lady.

Honey, how about
a ride, darlin'?

Jasper, I told you once
already, I ain't lookin'

to be shakin' the chandeliers
with you tonight, understand?

And why is that?

What in the Sam hill I do
to you to score me as such?

I am working,
can't you see that?

What's this swingin'
dick got that I ain't got?

Class for one thing.

And who the hell even
are you, Mister, huh?

Ain't seen your likeness
around these parts before.

I'm just a short stop
on a very long journey.

Ought to be careful
how you talk to me.

Is that a fact?

Might be.

Either it is or it isn't.

Jasper, please, don't do this.

Get back behind the
goddamn bar, Alice.

The customer
hasn't done anything.

Now!

Back to you.

You sure you want
to draw that pistol

on a man you never met, boy?

Didn't think it
through, did you?

Whiskey's got your
mind all screwed up

like a river that
doesn't run straight.

I'm gonna let you go now.

Before I do, I'll give
you a little information

just in case you feel
like drawing that steel.

Each and every morning I
wake up, I head into that sun

and I am prepared to shake
hands with Mr. Grim himself.

Can you say the same?

You're fast,
I'll give you that.

But I do think I have
the advantage here.

Trust me, sir, I have no
intent of doing you harm.

If I know my deputy,

you were in true form to
relieve him of his gun hand.

Boys, get Jasper
over to the doctor.

Make sure he has
a good look-over.

I do apologize for my deputy.

Well, you seem to
have a lot of 'em.

Well, a man can never be too
careful when he has enemies.

Please have a seat.

Now I like to try to
get to know the people

that come through my town.

I like to know their intentions.

Like most do, he's
just travelin' through.

On his way to Texas, he said.

Well, thank you, Alice.

Well, I suppose that
takes care of that then.

Just another stranger passin'
through, lookin' for a bed.

Well, as much as I'd like to
hear about your adventures

and your journey, I'm sorry,

it's gonna have to
wait till another time.

I have other matters
that need my attendin'.

Honey, oh, you're so sweet.

Alice, was Jackson here
early this mornin'?

He was, he was here
all night with Honey.

He left this mornin'.

And what are we gonna
do about that, Honey?

What do we do to
thieves in my town?

I'll give 'em
all the money back.

Look, it's all here, see?

Well, then that
takes care of that.

Nine, 10, 11, 12.

You put the value
of your life at $12?

Well, whore or no whore,

that's a pretty cheap price for
a woman, wouldn't you agree?

Thieves of any kind will
suffer the consequences.

Those are my rules,
you all know them.

I expect you to follow them.

Come here, Alice.

I hired you to look
after this place.

If you cannot keep these
ladies in line, I will find

someone else to do the
job, do you understand me?

Good.

Now clean up Honey.

She's making a mess of my floor.

Coffee?

Yes, we shall have
coffee in the mornin'.

That is if you're
still here, sir.

Good whiskey should
never go wasted,

especially in this town.

Good night.

I'm sorry to bother
you, Mr. Breecher.

May I have a few minutes?

I've seen what the
sheriff can do.

I've known men like
him all my life,

men with a hatred deep within.

It's an appetite

for someone else's pain,
misery, destruction,

and it is never ending.

I'm begging you, please,
leave our town tonight.

A man such as
yourself is a threat.

He will see you dead for that.

I can't live another day
seeing more blood spilled

on these floors.

Are you a man of
God, Mr. Breecher?

I find that it eases
the fear of death.

There's an old
mission out back.

That's my escape
from all of them.

I go there to be
alone, to think.

I pray.

I pray for the help
that will never come.

And I will go there tonight
to light a candle for Honey,

for that is all I know to do.

Why not just leave this place?

There is no place to go.

Some of us have a past
that we have run from

and it has led us all here
to this town, to this place

that we must endure.

It's our purgatory, I think.

Drag his ass out.

Good mornin', sir.

I'm an early riser,
always have been.

Sleep evades me, always has
when my mind runs rampant

with thoughts of the past.

You see, I came to this
town many years ago.

Was a rough place
as one can imagine

any town that just
struck silver might be.

And I saw an opportunity.

Wearing that badge is a
privilege, not an opportunity.

Well said, sir.

You see, before I settled here,

I wandered wherever
a job would have me.

Because I possess a
special skill set,

and that skill set allows
me the ability to read men.

And I have met many through
the years, all kinds.

Honorable men, cowards,

drunkards, and thieves.

And every man has a very
distinct look in their eyes.

And if you have the skill,

you can tell what
their intentions are.

I knew you wasn't
no bounty hunter.

Too calculated,
too professional.

Several months ago,
a friend of mine

who used to write to
me quite frequently

was killed and his
whole outfit left to rot

and be picked apart by the
vultures and the crows.

And I thought, who could
have done such a thing?

Especially to that angry
old bear that I once knew.

General Corbin Dandridge.

Now it's not just
anyone who could've

just up and got his ghost,

and everybody was
talkin' about one man.

And here you are.

Ah, a man of vision,
a man of dreams.

But yet still a man.

And what are men to do, Jasper,

but to suffer for their dreams?

But not before we have some fun.

That's mine.

Thank you kindly.

Let's see here,
Detective Mathias Breecher.

Well, you must be good to
have gotten the drop on

old Dandrige, but I would
ascertain that the outcome of this

situation might be a bit
different than you expected.

Is there anything you'd
like to say, Detective?

Captain Huxley Wainwright,

you are a convicted
war criminal.

Water.

Enough.

And you have been
sentenced to hang.

Again.

Enough.

I am here

to see those wishes carried out.

I used to burn whole villages,

hung women and
children of all colors,

all in the name of
the Confederacy.

But alas, that war is over.

Do you refuse to come quietly?

Jasper, take this son
of a bitch outside of town

and bury him, alive.

Christ, this hurts.

You done complaining
yet, you little baby?

You trying gettin'
shot in the hand.

You check his pockets?

For what?

You idiot, this here's
a government official.

They make a good
livin', more than us.

Woo, what I tell ya?

Drinks on me tonight.

You're alive?

Oh my God, what can I do?

What do you need?

My things in my room.

Let me get you a doctor.

No.

Is there a wire service in town?

Yes, there is.

Graphite,
something to write on, hurry.

Here.

I need you to send
this immediately.

It is of urgent concern.

Wait for the reply,
come straight back.

Go, please.

A sheriff.

A man of the law.

Once can only begin to guess
what his judgment would be

in matters like this.

Someone saw fit to put this
man, this Huxley Wainwright,

into a position of power.

What do I tell a man like
Mathias to do here, Henry?

It's a road that's
not usually crossed.

It's badge against badge.

I find myself in
unfamiliar territory.

Sir, you've come too far
to not see this through.

He has come too far.

Tell me, Henry, what do
I say to a man that I have

given such a heavy
responsibility,

a man that has
given his own blood?

What words best suit
the upcoming storm?

Tell him this, sir.

I have your reply.

Read it, please.

In regard to one Detective
Mathias William Breecher,

information received, proceed
at your own discretion.

By any means necessary.

Four of the deputies are
outside having breakfast.

Deacon and a few others
are in the cantina.

Where's the sheriff?

If I had to venture a guess,

I'd say he's at the other
end of town in his office.

Take it.

It's best you stay here,
Alice, out of harm's way.

Should anything happen to me,

please see that this letter
finds a Miss Sarah Cooke.

Details of her
location are inside.

Thank you.

Please, don't kill me!

- Please, Mister!
- Shut up.

Shut up!

Shoot him, please!

- Shoot him.
- Put the gun down, Mister.

Hey, you don't
die easy, do you?

Well, you know that old saying.

You want a good job done,
you got to do it yourself.

I didn't get to where
I'm at by being slow.

Neither did I.

Well alrighty, Detective,
what do you say we give

these folks a good,
old-fashioned dime novel showdown?

Oh, oh, you're hurt real bad.

Someone fetch the doctor!

My horse.

My horse.

Okay, okay.

Alice, I need you to send...

I know, I'll send 'em a report

and tell 'em what happened here.

It'll be well-worded.

The town is yours now.

Didn't ride straight
to the doctor.

Means you got something
more important

than your own health, my friend.

You deserve peace, Mathias.

I'm stained, broken.

I am unfit for it.

You were borne of violence.

Now be still.

Knife's Edge, it's
about a day's ride south.

You'll find his body there.

He's yours.

Thank you, Harlan.

Sarah.

You're home.

This must be the
saddle bum

they damn ran off our deer.

Well, we'll be.

You do that?

You run off our deer?

Only deer that's been
through here passed that way,

about an hour ago, I reckon?

You calling me a damn liar?

Ain't one to judge a man before
I've had a chance to meet him.

Wade McCurry.

Archie Ainsworth.

He ain't apologized
for the deer.

That there's my brother
Ben, we're out of Georgia.

Where do you hail from, Wade?

Cheyenne.

Before that?

Texas originally.

Pleasure is all mine.

And you reckon your brother
might lower his sidearm?

Ain't going to shoot a
fellow Southerner, are you Ben?

Hood's Texans, you
know at the sight of them,

them damn Yankees just throw

down their guns,
run like a wind.

You should have seen
them at Checkamauga.

Yellow-belied cowards,
the whole damn lot.

Running don't
make a man of coward.

Who do you serve under?

Was it Hood?

What you all boys doing now?

We're heading west.

I heard there's a strike...

Shut your trap.

I ain't got no interest
in mining.

That's like saying
you ain't got no interest

in making it rich.

Can't rightly say I do.

The fact is, I'm trying
my hand at farming.

Farming?

You don't look like
no farmer I ever saw.

That's on account
of being Deputy

of Cheyenne the last two years.

Well, Deputy, you ain't
said who you served under.

I thought.

Hold it there, Ben.

We're keeping
company with a deserter.

I thought.

Under Taylor then?

Not under Taylor.

Not under Smith.

Hector or Hood neither.

I served in the
command of General Thomas.

Don't
know no General Thomas.

Thought you boys
said you're Checkamauga.

Yankee traitor!

Don't.

I got to go before a judge.

Promise me, next time,

a self-respecting Southerner
asked you who you served under.

I ain't no traitor.

Next time you ought to lie.

I ain't no liar neither.

Yeah, just 'cause
you made peace

with your past don't
mean the world has.

Well, that damn well
cooled off already.

I got to go before
a judge or not?

No. It seems like
a fair fight to me.

I'll just have stovetop Charlie
bring his China man over.

Yep. You're going
to be pig food.

Yes, you are you
dirt.

Wade, seeing as how you
ain't been around lately.

By the by, the way
has been talking sounds

as though she's aiming to make
a respectful man out of you.

Thank you kindly if you'd
dispose of that for me.

Joe McCurry your Pa?

I reckon that depends on
which one of us you're asking.

Don't you think you
ought to read the thing?

Ain't as though
he read any of mine.

That's your family.

No. This man said he'd shoot
me if I ever came back to him.

This is why we have
horses in the first place.

Can't ride them all day.

Just give me a
gosh darn minute.

Shit. I'm starting to have
second thoughts whether you're

going to be all right
without me.

Hell Wade, you were my
Deputy, it ain't like we're kin.

I ain't your responsibility.

I told you to quit
about the damn letter.

My boy is hiding down
in Mexico on account

of a killing over a girl.

That's a hanging offense.

And yet a day don't
go by where me

and Janie
don't think on him.

'Cause that's the thing about
blood, Wade, ain't nothing

in this world can
truly break it.

Come on.

He really threatened
to shoot you?

I ain't home now, am I?

Well, ever occur to you

that he just might
have changed his mind?

And so saith the Lord,
"As the heavens are higher

than the earth, so are My
ways higher than your ways."

All we know is this
world around us

and the people who inhabit it.

We trust your grace of love to...

This ain't no saloon.

Fine sermon Reverend.

Sure is. Ain't for
his ears though.

There ain't no kind words ever
escaped your father's lips

about that fella.

We are here to remember
the dead not dishonor them

by brawling on their grave.

Well, this here
greedy carpet bagging son

of a bitch is a doing your
family the damn dishonor.

Now, you know, I would
never do Joe no disrespect,

but it ain't right.

It'd be fine if you
come stand by Heck and me.

Pa would've wanted
it that way, I think.

You mean that?

He lost to you at cards
more times that he could count.

Still he kept on coming back.

But you think you and
Heck might maybe want to come

and visit the lonely old
man one of these days?

You sing with me?

Shall we
gather at the river

where bright angel
feet have trod.

With its crystal tide forever
flowing by the throne of God.

Mr. Lane.

My apologies for the
trouble my presence has caused.

As far as meetings
with Three Penny Hank go,

I'd say yours wasn't
all that bad.

Best not begrudge
a man in mourning.

Me and your father
were very close.

Well, ain't nobody else
could stand neither of them.

Well, my thanks to you for
allowing me to be in attendance.

You've come to understand
a man sitting

across a negotiating
table and your father was

as fine as he was hardheaded.

Well, perhaps one day soon,
you'll get to know us that well.

Is that a fact?

I'm not my father, Mr. Lane.

And you certainly are not.

I do imagine you
have an asking price.

Mr. Lane, you're paying
respects to my father.

Business will be conducted
at the proper time.

I appreciate your support
in this.

Lady said her goodbyes.

Well, you let her
know I'll be back

in a month's time
with a bill of sale.

Well, I do think Martha aims
to be done with this place,

a might bit sooner than that.

Tell me, Mr. Kirkland,

you ever traveled
to Morris, Kansas?

I may have ridden through.

Well, I hear it
used to be beautiful,

especially by firelight.

It'll be a pleasure
doing business with you.

Damn mule got in
the locoweed again.

I have to put it down.

It needed to be done.

Lane ain't by today.

He'll come.

A few weeks is what he said.

You got to eat.

I like how much
you like my food.

We got enough.

These all the food we'll
have in San Francisco?

Well, I heard
took another herd up to Kansas.

It could be.

Cows are no better
than crops.

We're opening a hotel.

I ain't exactly
the hotel type.

We weren't exactly
the farming type either.

It'll be a grand place.

Grandness in San Francisco
with large green drinks,

a polished wood entrance,
children running all through.

Lane's coming.

That ain't Lane.

Do we have to?

Stay in the house.

This McCurry place?

Who's asking?

I ain't angling for a fight.

Folks don't ride out this
way lest they're angling

for something.

Be obliged if I
could water my horses.

Been riding hard this last day.

Wrong way?

Got business with
the McCurrys.

Ain't you heard?

Joe McCurry is dead.

I heard, I heard
about James and Billy.

Dead too.

Dead? No they ain't.

See for yourself.

Stranger?

All of them.

If you want to water
your horses, be on your way.

It's fine by me.

Why is he asking
about my family?

Stay inside, he'll
be gone soon.

Maybe you ask him
how he knows Billy.

Thank you kindly.

I was wondering... Martha?

1 Oh, how'd you do
so much growing?

It's Wade, your brother.

Best ride on out of
here right now, mister.

It's been a while, I know.

But it's me, sure as a gun.

Wade is dead.

Killed by a horse 10 years
past on his way to war.

You still got that
scar from the fever?

One right inside your arm?

The trip is supposed
to take four days,

but I had to ride six straight
on account of the weather.

they never would have
tried to bleed you.

Wade.

I ain't dead little sunshine.

And then, Wade here
comes bursting through,

half his face white with
cream the other smooth

as a baby's bottom, and me I'm
standing there covered in mud

and dirt sobbing like
the little girl I was.

It must have taken
you a good hour

to wipe all that dirt off of me.

And that the last
time you saw each other?

I'm looking at her now.

That night Wade
left for the war.

Any youngins?

This ain't no place
to raise a child.

Sure is a fine
piece of land though.

Found it with fresh
eyes I'd imagine.

And how come it is, this
is the first years you're

seeing it?

Heck.

It's a fair question.

What's that?

It's a letter.

Would you ever imagine
your baby sister be reading

and writing?

This is from Pa.

"Wade, it is with much worry
that I seek myself to pen you."

How'd this get so burnt?

It's legible.

"Things do not
stand well between us.

I make no apologies and
I write you now only

because I see nowhere else.

You were always the responsible
one and I beseech you now

to be responsible for the family."

When did you get this?

Two weeks past.

Joe has been in
the ground a month.

Yeah?

"We've been living for
these past years on a homestead

and I beseech you
watch over the family

for if you're reading these
words then I am killed."

What are you aiming
to do here, mister?

No, no, no.
It's all right.

It's all right.

Who sent it?

I reckoned you did.

Are you taking leave of me?

It wasn't my intent
to cause you pain.

How did he die?

He was thrown by a horse.

Something bothering you?

You can tell me.

It's strange is all.

Seems how we thought you dead.

Why you reckon Joe
wrote me that letter?

I think I'd rather know
what it is you're wanting.

I'd prefer not to
sleep in Joe's room

if that's all right with you.

I do believe we could
do something about that.

He should be gone.

We'll speak on
it in the morning.

We'll speak on it now.

We will do no such
thing, Heck Kirkland.

We'll say nothing on it 'til you've
regained your moral character.

Don't I know it?

Wade will kill you if he
finds out what you've done.

He's my brother.

Joe was your father.

He's in a better place now.

Wade raised me more
than Pa ever did.

I ought to run him off.

What if I don't want that?

You put it to him?

There ain't nothing that keeps a
man away for coming on 10 years.

Of course, there's a reason.

Maybe I ought to
find out what it is.

Maybe while you're
thinking on it,

you got to ask yourself why the
father declared his son dead.

You're going to shoot?

Where is your?

Martha believes I'll make
a better husband without it.

Best not argue then.

Pinfire ain't it?

Federal I took it off
of claimed he got it

from Jeb Stuart's.

I reckon he didn't
part with it easily.

No man would.

Good talk.

Where you've been
these last years?

I ain't one for
repeating myself.

Being a Deputy in Cheyenne.

I'm a farmer now.

That still don't explain why
you ain't never come through.

Maybe you ought to ask Joe.

But I guess you missed
your opportunity for that.

You do anything
that's going to hurt her,

there won't be no
conversation next time.

You stole the words
right on my mouth.

It's your responsibility.

Got that talking too as well?

This day I don't
know if we deserved it

or if just
plain enjoyed giving it.

I don't mean to
be out of line,

but isn't this your
husband's responsibility?

Look at where we live.

There's more chores
than people around here.

How did you two
start courting?

I wouldn't exactly
call it courting.

Heck turned up looking for work
at Three Penny Hank's place

and found his way over here.

Three Penny Hank?

He's just a fool whoremonger.

Heck is a good man.

He would never do me no harm.

A man who carries
a gun like that,

he has a certain kind of past.

Help me with something?

Who'd you bury in my stead?

Nobody.

I got good news this week.

Wade is alive and well.

Guess you probably knew that.

but right now he's standing
right here next to me.

He's been living up in the
Wyoming Territory where he used

to be a Deputy Sheriff.

He's not married
yet but not for lack

of interest in women, I'm sure.

And I'm hoping that
he'd be staying here

with me and Heck for a spell.

Is there anything
you'd like to say?

Howdy? Would have been nice
to see you all, alive I mean.

Gently.

Sorry.

It's all right.

We never got any bodies
back from the war.

Not for you, not for James,

not for Billy.

Ma is actually buried here.

As is Pa. Of course.

How'd she pass?

She got weak after the war.

Doc said he didn't know
why but it was on account

of losing her boys,
sure is the day is long.

Pa, he moved us out here
thinking maybe a fresh start

might help.

In this place, the killers life.

James signed on soon
after Pa told us you died.

All the boys in town did, whole
town was so proud, mightily so.

None came back, not a one.

And more left, this
time Billy signed on.

He lost a leg at Chickamauga.

Billy died of infection
on his journey home.

There's something wrong with
the way they healed his leg.

Every boy between the age of 13
and 34 out of Old Grandridge,

Texas gave their life
fighting them damn federals.

Except you.

I fought.

Not with the First Texas.

I was injured early on.

When I was fit for
duty, I was reorganized

into convalescence regiment.

Was it bad?

I ended up in a hospital,
if you want to call it that.

I was lucky to survive,
that's a fact.

Let the past lie,
little sunshine,

this is the here and now.

Still hanging on to
that damn letter for one.

That damn letter
brought Wade home to me.

Why don't you just focus
on killing us an elk,

couple of pheasants
just won't do.

Look, family don't turn

against each other
without reason.

The time when
Pa took

wasn't too much of a surprise

when Lombardi came
back looking for a refund.

And Pa, he'd have
none of it but Wade,

he gave them their money back.

All of it.

He did something the
beating he'd be taken for it.

Say, reasons to try
to get.

I was thinking of asking Wade to
come with us to San Francisco?

Yeah.

Heard you're going hunting,

thought you could
use a repeater.

You couldn't hit a
buck with that antique.

Is that a damn
Yankee rifle, 16 shooter?

Mighty sweet of you.

That Three Penny Hank
fellow, you reckon he's the one

who sent Joe's letter?

The hell kind of
cartridge is this?

44 M fire.

I can't say I
thought of it much.

That his place I
saw miles west of here?

Three Penny Hank has
been living by himself

on a dying farm for more
years than I can count,

makes the man a little crazy.

I've been thinking on
something, plow that land

out there, plant it right, this
farm could really be something.

You don't think
Joe tried that?

It's a fine piece
of land ya'll got here.

We're selling the farm.

Well, if it's help you need,
I can stay on and stretch,

bear some of the burden.

Well that is a shame
decision's had been made.

Are you sure little sunshine?

Decision is made.

Three Penny Hank?

I don't take kindly
to that name, mister.

Give it here, I ain't
a young man no more.

Well, Sergeant Major
McCurry, I swan.

I wasn't sure there
was going to be a body

on the other end of this.

It's a pleasure to make your
acquaintance Sergeant Major,

a real pleasure.

It's Wade.

You ain't trying to
pull one on me now are you?

Joe didn't say nothing?

Hell no, he did not.

I can see it though.

You got your father's eyes.

Well come on in, it's not as
a whorehouse on nickel night.

We can deal a few hands, see if
you got your father's luck too.

Joe, he wouldn't
have changed his mind.

One hand.

I ain't had a visitor
since your Pa was killed.

Well, I reckon you better
take that up with this horse.

Hold on just one minute.

I ain't no soaker,

but we respect the dead
before we speak on him.

Here's to you, Joe, it
turns out I was right.

You were a lying son of a bitch.

You will be missed.

Joe.

You mustn't think much of me.

I can't say I made
much of an opinion.

No. But I know a
lot of folks who don't.

Crazy old coot, couldn't
grow mushrooms on manure.

But I'm a hell of a good
farmer, just ain't much water,

not around these parts anyway.

The letter.

Hold your horses, son,
we're talking water here.

My family's stead, it's
the only place that has it.

I can see you are
the observant kind.

What ain't so obvious is

that there's copper
plenty around here.

And if the mining company...

...if the mining
companies ain't got no water

to work their claims, well then

that ore ain't ever
seeing the light of day.

They need Joe's land
and they sent some good

for nothing carpetbagger name of
Lane to make sure they get it.

under fire doesn't mean
he can't be snake bit.

If and it was an accident,
how come the coffin was closed.

That's an awful big
charge you're making.

Well, he weren't
scalped by no Apache,

he was throwed by a horse.

Ain't no reason not to let us
say our last respects, unless...

unless he weren't
throwed by no horse.

And the law, they had
nothing to say about this?

There ain't no
law around here.

You know Joe never said more
than two words about you

but I wager I could
guess why he told folks

that you was dead
Sergeant Major.

Hell, he must have in it bad
if he felt you were the one

that he had to call out
to 'cause like you said,

Joe ain't one to
change his mind.

Were you present
when Joe died?

So you've been by
Three Penny Hank's place?

He don't take too
kindly that name.

Nobody take too
kindly of him either.

He mentioned a fellow
by the name of Lane.

He came to Joe's funeral.

Mr. Lane is the buyer.

He kill Joe?

Nobody killed him.

He was thrown by a horse.

Ain't that what killed me.?

So you're saying I'm a liar.

This Lane, did
he threaten you?

I don't want this land, Wade.

The only reason we stayed

so long is Pa wouldn't have
survived out here on his own.

Hank seems to
be doing just fine.

This place?

It would kill me.

Sure as it did our Ma.

Joe threatened if I ever
came home, he'd kill me.

And there he goes, writing
me a letter, asking me back.

That sound like the
pride-stricken man

that raised us up?

Nobody killed him.

I reckon I don't know
how you can be so sure.

Asking you as
your only family,

will you please leave it alone?

Ain't no reason to be
scared, little sunshine.

I will strike down anyone who
tries to harm this here family.

Howdy? Didn't know
Hank brought on any hands.

Howdy.

Don't be bothering to dismount.

I do not believe we had
the pleasure of acquaintance.

You're E.J. Lane.

Banker and killer.

I'm going to bring you before
a judge for what you've done.

Wait, you let him go.

There ain't a judge for a
three-day ride from here.

It's quite the impertinent
way to treat a guest.

I do apologize, Mr. Lane, we had an...

I'd appreciate
it if you get my horse.

She ain't to be
ordered about.

Wade, is it?

I'd be glad to know what
I'm being accused of.

Didn't figure you
were one for games.

Wade.

Well, you know that a
crime, whatever it may be,

requires evidence, so
please present yours.

Moving, yet meaningless.

I'm sorry for your loss.

I've been known for
trying to put reason

to in my time.

I have a sale to attend to.

So you can either shoot me
in the back like a coward

or let me be on my way.

I reckon you know
I ain't got no choice.

See, he's made an
offer for this glass.

But this glass is
full of whiskey.

What you're trying to
do is buy this glass

and get the whiskey for free.

Why don't you
take that whiskey,

pour it right back
in that bottle.

I'm making a fair
counter here.

It is a thousand dollars,
750 for all my acres,

250 for everything on it.

It's your property.

I imagined you've more
to say on its fate.

Hell of an imagination.

Got a deal?

On behalf of Mr.
Moore, Mr. Crohn

and Mr. Buck, thank you kindly.

I was invited
here on business.

You just hold
on a minute here.

I'm going to see you hung.

Innocent men have
nothing to fear from the law.

Where's the nearest judge?

No reason to fear,
little sunshine.

He ain't going to hurt you.

Judge Hawkins in Alameda,
a three-day ride from here.

Get up.

No boy.

Hold it.

He ain't taking leave of you.

I can get the drop on him.

No, no.
I will talk to him.

The only thing he's going
to listen to is a bullet.

And what has he done to make you
think a crazy notion like that?

Goddamn it Martha!

He dug up your father.

You stop right
there Wade McCurry.

How's that one?

The faster we get done with
this nonsense, the better.

You best not try anything.

I have been trying
to leave this place

for going on four years now.

First Ma got sick then Pa
needed me to stay and now you.

You're asking
that I let him go.

I'm asking you to let me
be rid of this place for good.

The world you
want to go out into,

it wouldn't be a
place fit living.

Not without the law.

It would be better than here.

Let's sell this farm, Wade.

You and me and Heck, we'll go
to San Francisco as a family.

Let's hope no one coming back
this way, if you'll have me.

You do this, you're betraying
the only kin you got left.

You sound like Pa.

I'm nothing like him.

Why'd he tell us you were dead?

Don't think about past.

No. No, it isn't.

He tried to stop
me from leaving just

like you're doing now.

The words he said to me
aren't words you forget.

If you ride out of
here, you ain't my son.

You're a goddamn traitor.

If our boys don't
kill you, I will.

Where were you going?

I reckon you know.

No. I need to hear
you say the word.

I was going to join the Union
Army to fight for my country.

Were you at?

No.

Chickamauga,

what about Chickamauga?

Why?

Can't ride for three
days without any sleep.

I ain't telling you not to.

I'll fall off.

And you pick yourself
right back up again.

Oh. I didn't kill
your father.

That's for a judge to decide.

Hey. Hey Wade.

Yeah?

You know you are on old
man Race's land.

Suppose he was the one
doing the shooting at me.

You're lucky, I
was coming after you.

Is that so?

Yeah?

Is that your blood?

Don't see no one else around.

We best get up on out of this
so we can see you bandaged up.

Shit.

Son of a bitch.

That'd be

sixteen.

Didn't figure you
one for a coward.

Ain't got no water and you
are bleeding something fierce.

It's a mighty hard way to go.

I figure that's about
what's due a damn Yankee.

Thanks for this here repeater.

It's a mighty step
finer to that Enfield.

You must've had a hell

of a time bushwhacking
Joe with that old thing.

Can't say I'd rather know.

Martha is one hell
of a shot though.

Had to be done.

Was it quick?

Ain't no such thing.

At least for a goddamn
Yankee traitor.

Nobody wants to die slow.

2 Mr. Lane, I do apologize
for what you've been through.

It's been hard for all of us.

There a problem?

Nine hundred dollars there,
on account of your trouble.

You listen here.

We still want to sell this place
and you still want to buy it.

So, you best make up your mind
'cause we don't got all day.

There's barely a
hundred dollars in there.

It's 200 actually.

My husband saved your life.

From what?

A three-day ride?

A visit with Judge Hawkins.

Do we have an agreement?

Bullshit, we do.

Two hundred dollars
is more than enough

to get you to, where was it?

San Francisco I believe.

And do what once
we get there?

That, my dear, is up to you.

I'm a businessman, not a fool.

Now that ain't no way
to treat your host.

Isn't that right, Martha.

Uh. Uh.

Time to break most men.

Well, what if you don't?

That man, he's stubborn.

Joe was stubborn too.

I told you no.

That's the thing
about killing.

You open that door, there
ain't no telling how many going

to go through.

We won't last the
winter here on what we got.

Without Lane, we got nothing.

Let's stay out here.

Heck?

He's uncivilized.

Martha keeps a clean house.

You're going to be keeping
a lot longer if you kill me.

Nah, what was it you said?

Two hundred dollars is more than
enough to get to San Francisco.

I could have gone to the law.

You're honestly
trying to threaten me?

Negotiate actually.

I think maybe you don't
know the difference.

Heck, we talked on this.

Yeah. You best stand clear.

He is a man of business.

He did not ride out all this
way to leave empty-handed.

And what do you know
about your husband here.

Did you know he rode with
William Quantrill

or Bloody Bill Anderson?

He burned Lawrence,
Kansas to the ground.

Killed the women and children
and we know there's no war

to satisfy his lust
for violence.

He took up with.

He killed a Deputy of Missouri
before he escaped west.

I know who I do business
with Miss Kirkland.

And I know who I
married, Mr. Lane.

no more.

Didn't he?

Nine hundred dollars then.

I think that'd
be acceptable to me.

All right then.

Let's go back to the
house, make it official.

Will you take your
hands off of me?

Ain't no time to
get all worked up.

No time, he agreed
to the deal,

you have no call to shoot him.

If I hadn't had shot him,

he'd gone on straight
to the law.

We had our deal.

There's always a better deal.

Two hundred dollars
is no deal at all.

What about the law folks?

They're going to notice
Lane is gone missing.

They'll be too
busy hunting Apache.

What in the world?

What's the matter boy?

They're heavy?

Martha.

Martha.

Open up now, you hear?

Give me,
if that's all you got.

I'll lend you my best mare
once you're strong enough

to ride her.

Don't make me no horse thief.

You figure Heck killed Joe.

Sure as hell shot me.

I'll get my double barrel.

Dammit Hank.

I don't want you with me.

Joe was my friend.

He's my Pa.

Yeah? And which one of us
you reckon knew him better.

Martha, she's the one who's
supposed to have done it.

Hell, they was always
fighting but still.

What you going to do?

That's a family matter.

It's time for you
to ride on out of here.

I know and you?

You stood before
lord and family

and you made me a promise.

Pretty as a hummingbird,
you still are.

Don't you start me
with me, Heck Kirkland.

You scalped a man.

Well, that's the thing
about getting hitched.

You learn about each other and
you do things for each other.

Is that?

Lane's.

How much?

I ain't rightly counted yet.

A lot.

Should have negotiated
better.

I figure that is more
than enough to get us

that hotel in San Francisco.

Who are you, Heck Kirkland?

I'm the man that's
giving you your dream.

Leave them.

Buy new china, nicer ones too.

there'll
be no memories.

Yeah, well Apache
wouldn't want no cups.

Sure would like these
fritters, though.

You plan on living
like a savage.

But we best leave like one
'cause we don't want no posse

coming after us.

Stay in the house.

Heck!

Get away.

Did you do it?

Did you kill Pa?

After all what you did to us.

You left. My whole
family died because of it.

You killed my husband.

You killed your little brother.

There was no one here
to look out for us

because he was on
the other side!

You trapped me here
Wade McCurry.

Pa would never have brought
us to this awful place

if it weren't for you.

And you killed him for it.

I did what needed to be done.

Then you're going to
need to go before a judge.

Martha.

It's best you stand clear.

You know I can't.

All you got to do is put
one foot in front of the other.

Is that too much to
ask of my only kin?

This thing, it's
for the law to decide.

What law?

I haven't seen them around here.

The world don't work
that way, little sunshine.

We got to face our
responsibility.

You are more of a father
to me than Pa ever was.

There ain't no running
from what we've done.

Draw then.

Pull that trigger and you
have to shoot me straight.

Draw, goddamn it.

I should have never left you.