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The story of the American frontier
is a tale of conquest,

but also one of survival,
persistence and the grit of the people.

It's 20 years after a bloody Civil War.

Despite Abraham Lincoln's
Emancipation Proclamation,

slavery is alive and well
in the Wild West,

in the form of prostitution,
the world's oldest profession.

In Kansas and most
of the western territories,

women are bought,
sold and traded like property.

Come on, Pa, show me how!

All right, all right, now I'm gonna
do this one time, all right?

Now the idea
is when the tyin's being done,

you wanna flex your muscles.

Blow your chest up like a rooster.

What's a rooster do?

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

That's right, now you see,
when the tyin's done,

you relax your muscles,
blow all the air outta your chest...

and now look, the rope
gives ya just enough room

so you can get yourself free.

- Show me how, Pa. Show me how!
- Maybe after supper.

- And your studies.
- The capital of Kansas is Topeka.

And the President of the United States
is Chester Alvin Arthur.

Chester Alan Arthur.

Chester Alan Arthur.

Can we ask him now, Ma?

Before the day's activities
sour his disposition?

What do you care about
some stupid old dance anyway?

- You hush up!
- Do my eyes deceive me? Is that...

Apple pie. I picked,
peeled and sliced all the apples.

Then spiced them with cinnamon.

Clay, Lily was invited to a tie dance,
over at the Tigman Ranch.

You know, apple pie is my favorite.

Spiced with cinnamon.

The dance is the girls wear a calico dress

and they bring a matching tie
for the boys to choose.

Now I am familiar with the procedure

of a tie dance, young lady.

In fact, there was a time...

It wasn't so long ago,
as a matter of fact...

Flies in the buttermilk, shoo, fly, shoo

Flies in the buttermilk, shoo, fly, shoo

Skip to my Lou, my darling

Flies in the buttermilk? Yuck!

Well, Pa, can I go?

I'm sorry, darling.

- Maybe next year.
- But, Pa!

- You know what this pie needs?
- My teeth?

- Some honey.
- I'll fetch some.

Well, last summer you let me
work at the Mercantile.

Nellie Wilcott is 16
and she's been proposed to.

Darling...

Nellie Wilcott is not
my beautiful little girl.

It's just a tie dance, Pa.

Besides, if I ever do find a beau,
once he meets you,

he'll be too scared
to ever call on me again.

Darling, I'm sorry.

Now this matter is settled.
I wanna have my dinner in peace.

How long does it take that boy
to fetch some honey?

I'll get him.

They're gonna come calling, Clay.

And we both know that extra year
is for you, not her.

Amelia, you's the one what told me
what your dancing days led to.

I was dancing at the Broken Spoke Saloon,
not the Tigman's front parlor.

And I didn't have two loving parents.

That's my little girl.

If I ain't gonna protect her...
who's gonna?

Ma! Pa!

Lily?

Oh, my God!

Jake?

Jake! What happened?

Come here.

Watch out, watch out!

You can take comfort, Mr. Travis...

in knowing that Jake
is in a much better place.

All due respect Reverend,

I'd rather have my boy
standing right here beside me.

I am sorry for your loss.

For the life of me...

I just can't remember
the sound of his voice.

I'd give anything to hear
his voice one more time.

He was my little boy.

He's an angel.

Blame me.

Just say it.

I'm the one who asked for the honey.

Blame me.

- Amelia.
- Blame me! Come on!

Blame me! Blame me!

Blame me! Blame me, blame me, blame me!

I need you to!

Please blame me! Please?

We're nearly outta firewood.

I'll go chop some.

Mama.

I love you, it's gonna be okay.

- Where are you off to?
- Going to the lake.

I... need you to stay here
and help me with the canning.

But, Ma, you never asked me
to help you before.

I thought you said canning's the one job
you like to do all by yourself.

- This time I want you helping me.
- I done all my chores, all my bookwork,

I was really looking forward
to going to the lake.

There's no telling who's out there.

Last time I was out there,
it was just old man Hill.

That was nearly a year ago and...

just had to help him bait his hook.

I also want your daddy
checking that boat for leaks.

But, Ma, the boat is fine.

You're staying here
and helping me can these tomatoes!

Why are you being silly?

Don't you dare call me names.

Amelia.

Isn't that just like you?

Taking her side.

Lily, darling, I want you to stay here
and help your mama with the canning.

Just for today, this one time.

Sweetie, I'm gonna go down
and check that boat for leaks.

Okay?

- Be a good girl.
- Don't be doing me any favors, Clay.

Lily get up, you've slept long enough!

Lily!

Lily!

Lily, your mama is calling you.

Probably just in the privy or the barn.

Not possible. I was awake before dawn.

Lily's horse is missing,
I'm going over to Jane Thompson's.

Can't find Lily nowhere.

Took her horse and left
in the middle of the night.

Jane Thompson.

You tell Mrs. Travis
what her daughter confided in you.

Or that matching blue bonnet
goes right back to Abilene!

She's gone to Newton
to catch a stage to Wichita.

She read an advertisement
about becoming a Harvey girl,

waitress like Jane's sister.

Thank you.

I'd like a ticket to Wichita please.

Just one?

- Yes, sir.
- That'll be 50 cents.

Visiting family, are ya?

No, my family lives 'round these parts.

Employment?

Why yes, I'm hoping to get
a position as a Harvey girl.

I've heard a lot of good things
about that outstanding company.

- Coach leaves in 10 minutes.
- Thank you.

Good luck with your...

job hunting.

- How do you do, ma'am?
- I'm well.

- Name's Rig Marlowe.
- Lily Travis.

Well, Lily like a flower.
Pleased to meet you.

Has anyone told you that you look
like sunshine in the morning?

You think you're gonna need that?

Lily's horse, all cooled down.

Limber and well-fed.

You won't find a finer animal in town.

Where's the owner?

You're looking at him.

That's my daughter's horse, where is she?

I don't know. Fella gave me a dollar
to ride that horse back.

Where did she go?

I don't know.

But I'm keeping that dollar.

This girl been in here?

What's she to you?

She's our daughter.

- The boy's a spitting image of you.
- We're looking for the girl.

She has reddish-brown hair. Down to here.

Reddish-brown you say?

Have you seen her?

- She don't look nothing like you.
- Have you seen the girl?

Did she buy a ticket?

No.

Pretty little girl like that,

that hair?

I'd remember her.

You son of a bitch.

Clay. Clay, let's go, come on now.

Maybe she changed her mind
and she's still in town?

Fella in there is lying to you.

I think it's time
you told me everything you know.

She left a couple hours ago
on the stage to Wichita.

Honest to God, or strike me dead.

I'm going to get her.
You head back to the ranch.

I'm not losing another child, Clay.

Go to mercantile, get us some supplies.

I'm gonna go in and deal with this fella.

Be back here in five minutes.

Clay, Lily told Jane
she ran off because of our...

because of my ill temper and distress.

Five minutes.

Take your glasses off.

Pardon me?

Take your glasses off.

You son of a bitch!

Ma'am?

That fella you were with,
he gave me a note to give ya.

He said you'd give me two bits.

Thank you, ma'am.

My darling Amelia, do not follow me.

I'll find our daughter
and I'll bring her home safely.

Love you always.

Your husband done this to me!
Crazy son of a bitch.

He done this to me! Broke my damn nose!

Excuse me, ma'am, would you happen to know
where they're hiring the Harvey girls?

Thank you, thank you very much.

I've been waiting in this line
for more than an hour, sir,

I'd like to fill out my application.

- Of course, miss, fill this out.
- Thank you.

Excuse me, ladies.

- You certain we met all our quotas?
- All the way to Colorado.

Excuse me. I'm looking for my daughter.

Her name's Lily Travis. Have you seen her?

We'll have the remaining ladies
fill out applications

then we'll inform them they'll get
a telegraph when employment is available.

Sir, I need a second of your time.

You see, that's my daughter.
Have you seen her?

- Now take a look at the picture.
- Miss Eivers! Miss Eivers!

Sir, please, please! Please!

Ma'am, I have come
all the way from Newton,

now I'm looking for my daughter.

She's got reddish-brown hair.

I'm sorry, your daughter hasn't been here.

We haven't seen her.

- Thank you.
- Next?

Hi, yes, I'd like to fill out
an application for the Harvey girls.

What's your name, boy?

Jacob, Jacob Oliver.

Jacob Oliver.

Stage came in from Newton this morning,
I'm looking for a girl that was on it.

- The driver here?
- No, sir.

- Well, who switched the team?
- That'd be my pa.

- Is he here?
- Asleep in the back.

Well, come on, show me.

Come on now.

Show me where your dad is.

You walk any slower,
you're going backwards.

Mr. Oliver, listen to me now.

This is her, you see that?
That's what she looks like, right there.

Yeah, I saw a young girl with...

- reddish-brown hair.
- That's the girl.

Where did she go,
did you see where she went?

I did see this young fellow...

- Rig Marlowe.
- Rig Marlowe?

Where would I find him?

The Rusty Spur.

Yeah, come in.

Well, hello, Benedict.

You're gonna be pleased with these, sir.

You made 10% more this month
than you did the last month.

- I see that.
- Yeah.

Must've been from those...

cowboys came through
on that cattle drive, you figure?

Yeah, they came through in bundles.

- They were generous.
- They were generous.

Well, did you have Doc
check the girls out after they left?

I hope they weren't too generous.

We checked them out, sir,
and they're in good shape.

Clean?

You know that...

we keep those girls extra clean.

Yeah, I bet you do check 'em out.

Speaking of the girls, how 'bout those new
girls, you having any trouble with them?

We're not having any trouble except
one of them got the shit beat outta her.

This drunk, just stomped her.

And he was drunker than a monkey.

- Well, we can't have that can we, Benedict?
- Hell no!

- Go get the bastard and bring him in here.
- I'll get that son of a bitch.

- Well, get your ass up, go get him!
- I'm going, I'm going.

Hey, you. You son of a bitch,
get over there.

Have a seat, friend. What do you think
I ought to do with him, Benedict?

Well, I think you outta cut his balls off.

- Give us a minute, Benedict.
- Thank you.

Now, son...

we don't abide ill manners
in this establishment.

It won't happen again, sir.

Something else we don't abide by...

Trash like you
fucking with the merchandise.

Son of a bitch wanted to hurt my sweetie.

Somebody come in here
and clean this shit up!

Looking for someone, mister?

Yeah. I got something
that belongs to Rig Marlowe.

Haven't seen him all day.

Any idea where I might find him?

Anywhere he can put his hands
on a pretty girl, or a deck of cards.

If I see him, who should I say is calling?

Chester Alan Arthur.

He a friend of yours, Mr. President?

Never met the man.

Just delivering his property, you say?

Yes, sir.

Spinning Wheel Saloon, across the way.

You ain't looking for trouble
now, son, are ya?

You remind me of a young'in that passed
through here, fire in his eyes like yours.

I'm gonna tell you
the same thing I told him.

There's a battle in every man.

Two wolves that exist inside each of us.

One's evil and anger,
the other's love and hope.

You know which one wins?

The one you feed.

Which one you gonna feed, hoss?

- What can I do ya for?
- I'm looking for Rig Marlowe.

Gent with the red vest,
poker table with Charlie and Silas.

- You got chips at the bar here?
- I do.

- Thank you.
- Much obliged.

You gentlemen looking for a fourth?

If you stop this man
from stealing our money.

Just a run of luck. Have a seat.

Name's Rig Marlowe.
This here's Charlie, Silas.

Haven't had the privilege
of their surnames yet.

Arthur Alan.

Well, Arthur with two first names...

two dollar ante.

- You boys from around here?
- Ain't nobody from around here.

What you have in mind?

Well, I'm looking for
a little female companionship.

I'm partial to the young ones.

All the girls in here...
little long in the tooth.

Well, you haven't even seen 'em all yet.

You just got here. Five dollars.

- How many?
- I'll take one.

Two.

Two more.

Let's have a look, Silas.

Two pair.

Guess you are lucky, Mister.
I mean, at least for me anyway.

The Rusty Spur has
the youngest whores in town.

- And they don't put a hole in your pocket.
- Ain't that the truth?

What about you, Mr. Marlowe?
You know anywhere to find the young ones?

Seems like you're looking
for a particular girl, Arthur.

Five dollars.

They're all particular.

- How many?
- Two.

Same here.

- Ten.
- Ten it is.

Well, well, we find ourselves
in the same predicament.

Marlowe?

You never did answer me, Mr. Marlowe.
About the young ones.

What you got?

Full house. Queens over tens!

Silas.

Silas, what the hell you doing, boy?

Funny thing is I got queens too.

Let's not be hasty, friend.

You know this is the second time today
that I counted five queens.

- You sure 'bout that?
- Hell yeah.

How do we know where the fifth lady
came from? You were the dealer!

That's exactly how I know!

All right, now just put
that gun away, sit down

- and we'll work this out peaceful like.
- Are you in on this with him?

You son of a bitch!

You arrived this morning from Newton
with my daughter Lily, Lily Travis!

Now where is she?

Where?

Shit.

Find what you were looking for, hoss?

Yeah. And now I'm looking for your boss.

- That'll be Ty Stover.
- And where do I find him?

Top of the stairs,
first door on the right.

You Ty Stover?

Yeah, I'm Ty Stover.

I'm looking for my daughter.

She's 17, got reddish brown hair.

Named Lily Travis.

She was walking to your saloon
this morning with Rig Marlowe.

Haven't seen her.

But I'm in and out all day, I'm...

Wichita's Fire Chief.

Maybe you outta ask Marlowe.

I did.

Well, if Marlowe doesn't know, then...

whoever gave you that information
must be mistaken.

It's not that he didn't know,
he couldn't tell me.

He's dead.

Mr. Travis?

- Clay Travis.
- Mr. Travis.

I may run a brothel...

But I run it in accordance with the law.

Maybe you're right.
'Bout my information being wrong.

I apologize for taking your time, sir.

It's quite all right.

Close the door.

Have you seen this girl?
She's got reddish-brown hair.

17 years old.

No, I haven't seen her, sugar.

Flies in the buttermilk, shoo, fly, shoo

Skip to my Lou, my darling

Lou, Lou, skip to my Lou

Skip to my Lou, my darling

Why are you singing that song?

I heard one of the girls singing it today.

Can't seem to get it outta my head.

Was it this girl?

Look at the picture. Was it her?

Look at the picture, darling,
she's my daughter.

Have you seen her?

Yeah. Yeah, that's her.

Where? Where did you see her?

- I don't know.
- It's my daughter!

Hands off the girl.
We don't want no trouble here, son.

Time for you to go outside, buddy.

Jesus.

You got two seconds to tell me what I wanna
know before I pump you full of lead.

Where is she? Where?

Get the hell outta here.

We don't want that kind of trouble.

I guess we know which wolf won.

What did you expect? It's his daughter.

What would you do if someone
disappeared one of your kin?

I reckon I'd feed the same hungry beast.

- Son of a bitch!
- Where is she?

- Mr. Travis! You have to believe me!
- Where?

When I tell ya that I have no idea
where your daughter is.

I don't know what Marlowe did with her!

Where is she?

Fuck you!
I should've killed you in my goddamn bar!

You son of a bitch!

- Where is she?
- Cut me loose and I'll tell you!

Cut me loose.

Tell me first!

I traded her!

- You traded my daughter?
- That's right, I traded her.

- Traded her for what?
- I traded her for that fucking bell!

You traded my daughter for a goddamn bell?

Yeah. I did.

To who?

LaVoie!

Where the hell is he?

- He's on a train.
- Train to where?

Dodge City.

Now... set me free...

or you'll die in this town.

You're a dead man. You'll die right here,
you won't ever get out.

- I'll set you free.
- Set me free, goddamn it!

Yeah, I'll set you free!

Train to Dodge?

Train just left.

Clay Travis.

Damn, I knew it was you.

You killed five men in Abilene.

- Nearly 15 years ago.
- Yeah.

You killed my best friend Willie Parker.
Just turned 17.

He drew first.

That ain't what he told me before he died.

Some men choose to cast themselves
in a brighter light

before they meet their maker.

And Kansas soil's full of fools
who thought they were quicker.

Ya! Come on! Come on, come on!

Ain't no damn way
he's gonna catch that train.

Lily?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Ticket.

I didn't have a chance to buy a ticket.

- Five dollars.
- Five?

How long does it take to get to Dodge?

Day's end. If nothing goes wrong.

What do you got in that coach back there?

- Empty. Like your goddamn head.
- Maybe I'll take a seat back there.

Maybe you'll sit your ass
right where you're at.

Train's moving. It's dangerous.

Five minutes to Dodge City.

Five minutes.

Hey! Get outta there!

Apples, fresh apples, two cents a piece.

Three for a nickel. Apple?
Two cents a piece.

Apples, fresh apples.
Two cents a piece, three for a nickel.

Care for an apple sir? Two cents a piece.
Care for an apple, sir?

Fresh apples. Two cents a piece.

Mister, are you alive?

Who are you?

Name's Girl.

Girl?

They call me Girl 'cause
I'm too ugly to have a name.

- Where am I?
- Shack. Dodge City.

This your sweetheart?

Give me that.

That's my daughter.

Right pretty.

You live here by yourself?

Me and my pa.

He's not my real pa, but...

he was married to my ma
before she was took by the angels.

Where is he?

Working.

He'll be home tonight.

He always comes home every night.

I gotta use your privy.

Out back.

Pa's got the key.

This here's silk.

It still smells like
my mama's lavender scent.

She said she got it from France.

I don't know where that is,
but I know it ain't anywheres near here.

Europe. France is in Europe.

Know what I made outta this here silk?

A dress?

Why would I waste it on that?

I made this fine table covering.

For fancy company.

Well, with what you got left,
you should make yourself a dress,

I bet you'd look real pretty in it.

You got a wife Mr. Clay?

Yes, I do.

Your ranch very large?

It's big enough.

After you find your daughter, maybe
I could go back to your ranch with you?

I'm a real hard worker and I can cook,
and I hardly eat anything.

What about your pa?
Ain't he gonna miss ya?

Ain't you gonna miss him?

Well...

Yeah...

skin him, cook him up for stew.

Yes, Pa.

This... food here,

ain't for free, stranger.

I appreciate your daughter tending to me.

I give you my word I'll repay you.

Well, we can't eat promises, now, can we?

I'm presently looking for my own daughter.

I believe she's been imprisoned
in town as a whore.

Tomorrow you give me a full day's work
and then I'll decide if it's enough.

Time is crucial to me, sir.
I'd appreciate it.

Hey! You can't leave me shackled here!

Girl!

Give him a pot to relieve himself with.

And you get your ass in the back room.

Now!

Son of a bitch!

We start work at sun up 'round here.

I hope you like bacon,
eggs and hot biscuits, Mr. Clay.

Now what's this?

I made a fine table covering
outta my mama's silk from Paris.

Paris?

This came from your mama's
shack in Abilene.

A horny merchant came by and...

he exchanged this red silk
for some afternoon pussy.

You see, her mother was a...

silver dollar whore.

And she deserved every
purple trophy that she got.

- You're a rotten liar.
- Say that again, Girl.

Nothing.

I hope we didn't rile
your slumber last night.

I mean, we...

Girl and me, we... well, we rattled
them floorboards, didn't we, Girl?

You know she got a face
that'll kinda break a looking glass.

But thank the Lord.

She got her mama's pussy.

This is a feast fit for the mayor himself.

I may have to have you
work two days for me, boy.

Damn!

You know how I like my biscuits.

Smothered with honey.

Now you go and bring me that honey.

Unshackle me.

10 dollars I squirreled away from Pa.

Take it, Mr. Clay.
You'll be needing it to find your daughter.

Thank you.

Hey, mister, someone's looking
for you in the Lady Gay.

- Who's looking for me?
- Room nine.

You sure you got the right fella?

Hey, Sugar, do you wanna poke?

I'm looking for room number nine.

Long time.

Nell Craft.

Damn you, Clay Travis.

I was hoping you'd be all scarred
and wrinkled like a dried-up prune.

Been a long time. You work here?

Not much interest in a 40-year-old whore.

I own the place.

- Nell, you look great.
- The hell I do.

I wasn't quite sure how you'd react
if we ever saw each other again.

Likewise.

Is there something
I could've done different, Clay?

- Anything different to get you to stay?
- Nell...

Because I believe I did just about
everything a girl could possibly do.

And then some.

In the end, I guess I just ended up
falling in love with a different...

Whore?

Different woman.

How is our dear Amelia?

She's out of sorts.

For old time's sake...

can I trust you, Nell?

For old time's sake.

This is our daughter.

Pretty thing.

- How old?
- She's 17.

She arrived this morning,
by train in a cattle car

with a few other young girls,
under the gun of a man named LaVoie.

LaVoie recruits new girls.

The demand exceeds the supply in Dodge.

Where do I find LaVoie?

Even you are no match for LaVoie.

Samuel Colt's been known
to make all men equal.

If he's got your daughter, she'll never
be the same little girl you remember.

My advice to you? Go home.

Be with your Amelia and that little boy.

I can't do that.

Then stay here with me.

Let me show you what you've been missing.

Where's LaVoie, Nell?

He took possession
of a whorehouse across the way.

Calls it the French Chateau.

Good seeing ya again, Nell.

Likewise.

While you boys are gallivanting
around town...

- I need you to gather me up some strays.
- You mean girls?

Cats, roans living here
outnumber the whores.

I found me a rat almost the size
of a beaver this morning, Daddy.

Wasn't Uncle Barkley supposed
to be on the train this morning?

He has some important business
to attend to, son.

Now...

My brother has had his shortcomings
in the past, it's true.

But when I left that man
at that depot in Wichita...

he was clear-eyed and sober.

Praise the lord.

Mama always said Uncle Barkley
was gonna find the Lord's hand.

I ain't never been accused of being
a church-going man, now, have I, Kipp?

- No, sir.
- But in this case...

I'm gonna have to align myself
with your mama.

Because nothing, now you all listen up...

nothing, and I mean nothing
in the whole world,

is more important than family.

A family...

in harmony...

will prosper...

in everything.

That's an old Chinese proverb.

That's one we should all live by.

Yeah, Daddy.

Bless the Chinese.

Come in.

Before you start talking,

I need one of ya to talk
for both of ya, understand?

All us girls got some demands.

We want to be treated proper.

Enough sleep so we don't got
darkness under our eyes.

A few minutes to ourselves between turns.

A day off.

Proper doctoring, not just a quick
sideways glance at our snatch.

Anything else?

That's the gist of it.

Anything else you wanna discuss?

Now when they ask you,

you tell 'em that whore's snatch went dry,

and she left town to try
her luck in Colorado...

you understand?

Anything else...

you'll end up just like her.

Now get!

Afternoon, gents!
Welcome to the French Chateau.

Women to the left,
liquor to the right. Hey.

Afternoon.

Lee Crawford. But you can call me LaVoie.

Hey, Kipp, get this fine gentleman
here my best glass of whiskey.

Yes, Daddy.

That's my son.

- Welcome.
- Good boy.

So what brings you out
'round these parts here, friend?

A girl.

Girl? Well, cowboy,
you in the right place.

Tess!

This here Tess.

She's awful purdy and young,

but I'm looking for something
a little different.

- Different?
- Different.

Well, this one ain't for sale.

But it's your lucky day, cowboy.

We just got a shipment of young gals,
just ripe and fine for the plucking.

But they ain't cheap, see that?

Ten dollars.

All right. Tess, take this fine
gentleman upstairs right now!

And I'm gonna send a girl up there once
they have her all polished up for you.

All right, I ain't gonna forget you now.

- Hey, Kipp, what do you think?
- I don't like him.

I don't like him either.
I don't like him at all.

This way, honey.
We'll take real good care of you.

Don't worry, the curtains
are for the three dollar whores.

You paid for a private room.

Don't be nervous, sweetie.
We cater to all types here.

The new girl will help you out.

No! No!

Please.

Shut your mouth!

Get up, you son of a bitch!

- Pa!
- Hey!

Go ahead. I'll put a bullet
right between your eyes.

Please help.

Come on, darling. Come on.

Come on now.

- Jed!
- What?

- Come on, daughter.
- Son of a bitch!

Goddamn it, go get him! Go!

Come on, damn it!

- Take her outta here!
- I'm not leaving you! I'm so sorry!

- Run!
- You better run, little girl!

Run, run, run!

Can't have you running off
and stealing the merchandise!

We got a surprise for you today!

What you want, Mills?

Telegraph for your father.

Get the fuck on!

God, what have I done?

- It's all right.
- I'm so sorry.

Clay Travis. I believe
you're familiar with a Nell Craft?

You did her quite an injustice,
years back in Abilene.

You neglected to tell me that you
had kinfolk under my roof, Mr. Travis.

I'll pay you whatever you want
to leave my daughter alone.

I bet you would! But money ain't an issue.

See, you killed a man...

in Wichita.

- He drew on me first!
- And that man... was my brother.

You kill my family,

I will have my pound of flesh.

Now I could just put a bullet in your
fucking head right now, but why do that?

Why not have some fun, why not?

Blacksmith said this was
the best he could muster up boss.

All right, that's good enough.
Tie him up, tie him good.

Hell yeah!

Good fortune done
brought you back here, friend.

But I don't reckon you'd agree, would ya?

Sir, a lady's causing a ruckus downstairs
about the girl you shot.

I don't care! These women, you can't live
with 'em, and you can't live without 'em.

Now another thing I took away
from my time with the Chinese...

Gathering info.

See, during the war,

say when you're in a position with some
information, this here done did the trick.

Opened them Union boys right up.

See, this rodent here?

The only thing on this rodent's mind...

is this here fire,
and how to get away from it.

I seen grown men...

call out for their mamas.

Begging for a bullet in the head.

And when that rat realizes
there's no way out,

he's gonna start
gnawing away at your skin.

He's gonna gradually eat
his way through your insides.

Tears a hole from your gut
through your back.

Yeah. Now you two, you stay here,

until our little rat friend here
has done his job.

And that's when you can see this table
through his stomach, okay?

And no matter how much he begs...

don't put a bullet in him.

Hey! Travis.

I'll be seeing ya, friend.

I can abide by shooting an unruly whore.

But no man should be tortured like this.

And it's gross.

Jed.

Jed, come back.

It doesn't seem right for her to leave town
without saying a word, she was my friend.

Ivory said she heard gunshots
from your office.

- Yeah, yeah, that's right.
- Gunshots?

Fellas, you and Mills
showing off your draw. Right Mills?

Yeah, yeah, that was me!

Dumb son of a bitch.

It's not right for her, she would not
leave town without saying a word.

She did express a very strong desire

to leave Dodge City.

And I obliged.

Now, I suspect your paths will cross...

again. Sooner or later.

In Colorado, yes?

Now either of you got any other complaints
about how you're being treated?

If you do, you come see me.

And I'll arrange your travel.

Just like I did for Fran.

Now get back on that goddamn floor
and sell those asses, now!

Son of a... What the hell?

What the hell? I want him dead!

You know where to look,
go kill that son of a bitch!

Son of a bitch!

Kipp, Jed, get your asses down here! Now!

- What you need, boss?
- Yes, Daddy?

You killed her, you killed that poor girl!

Son of a bitch!

You touch my daughter?

I'm gonna send you straight to hell!

Quit hiding, you coward!

Come out here, you chicken shit!

How do you like that?

Shit.

Fuck you!

I'll be damned, Mr. President.
You caught the damned train.

I've been thinking about
what you said at the Spur.

Figured you could use a hand.

Obliged, friend.

I ain't for anyone beating no women.

One wolf to another,
I reckon I'd done the same thing.

And if it was my daughter,
I'd kill that son of a bitch dead.

Now go get the son of a bitch.

Come upstairs with me?

I'm just here for whiskey,
I'm not armed, I'm not armed.

Somebody's shooting downstairs!

Where's he at?

- Drop it, drop it!
- Easy.

- Where is she?
- She ain't here.

Lips or lead boy, you're gonna show me.
You're gonna show me!

- You son of a bitch. Where?
- Behind you!

Son of a bitch!

Where's my daughter?

Kipp!

I'm not asking again.

I ain't afraid to meet my maker.

Family? When one piece is missing,
whole thing's broken.

- You broke mine!
- You know what this was gonna be?

This was gonna be
the best goddamn whorehouse

west of the Mississippi.

And your daughter's pussy
was gonna buy me a couple farms.

Open your mouth!

Open!

Bite down on the barrel.

Now someone tell me where my daughter is.

Ain't no trains for a good minute.

No, sir.

Long ways back where you come from.

Yes, sir.

Longer still on your own two feet.

Reckon you could use a horse.

I reckon I got a horse.

What will you do?

Reckon I'll go somewhere quiet,
put my feet up

and retire these here boots.

It's been a long road...

and I'm tired.

But I'll find my way home.

Take care, friend.

- Pa, who was that man?
- He's just an old friend.

Ma!

Ma?

Ma?

Ma!

Maybe she's in the barn.

Lily!

Wait!

Lily!