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[GUNFIRE]

* ["THE WARRANT" THEME] *

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[GUNFIRE CONTINUES]

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SOLDIER: Fire!
[CANNON BLAST]

[COCKS GUN]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNFIRE]

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[GUNFIRE CONTINUES]

[HORSE TROTS]

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[GUNFIRE, MEN
SHOUT IN DISTANCE]

[GUNSHOT]
[GRUNT]

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BUGLE: Each of our lives
is a story.

And every story is
about a struggle.

A fight.

A fight against sickness...

poverty...
[GUNFIRE]

each other.

[GUNFIRE]

Some fight for big things.

Ideas...

freedoms...

rights.

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[COCKS GUN]

[GUNSHOT]
[GRUNT]

Some fight for little things.

A name, a piece of land...

Or for a friend.

The little liberties.

[GUNFIRE CONTINUES]

There's a fight
inside men as well.

A fight against a reckoning.

A reckoning of all
the things we've done.

[GUNSHOT]
[GRUNT]

Or didn't do.

[GUNSHOT]
[GROAN]

My granddaddy --
He called it a warrant.

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[GUNSHOT]

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[GUNSHOT]

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[GUNSHOT]

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[GUNSHOTS]

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[GUNSHOT]

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[GUNSHOTS]

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[GUNSHOT]

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[GUNSHOTS]

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[GUNFIRE IN DISTANCE]

[GUNFIRE CONTINUES]

[FOOTSTEPS]

[WHISTLES A COMMAND]

[GUNFIRE IN DISTANCE]

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JOHN BREAKER: "Dear Bonnie,
today marks four years.

Four years of fightin'.

Feels like 400.

At the time of this letter,
our son's still safe and well.

As well as can be expected.

He's become close with
Virgil's boy, Perkins.

I know you don't
approve of "The Saint"

as we've come to call him.

Let's go.
Ironic, I know.

But his son is a good kid.

When I get back-
When we get back...

We'll have stories
to tell, Bonnie girl.

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* ["THE WARRANT" THEME] *

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[DOOR CLOSES]

No joy?

He won't check his gun
and he won't tell me

why he's here.

JOHN: Boar headed
bounty hunter.

I'll go in and
get him out.

You know what
happened last time.

Assault and battery,
aggravated assault, attempt to-

Well what
about him?

Murderin', robbin',
horse thievin'.

BUGLE: Be careful
is all I'm sayin'.

Careful?

All these years we've
been ridin' together,

I've never heard
you talk like-

Don't get all mushy
on me, Sheriff.

I ain't talkin'
about your health.

I'm thinkin' about
your job, my job.

Just because some
black-eyed...

Black-eyed?

bloody-nosed
jay hawker...

Bloody-nosed?

Jack Swanson came at me
with a blade and weren't

no butter-knife neither.
Break, you used
a fence-post on him.

He had more than a black
eye and a bloody nose.

What was I supposed to
do, let him stick me?

Tread gently is all.

Bonnie said you had it in you,
lands and lovers and such.

[EXHALES SLOWLY]

And such.

You go around the back just
in case he makes a run for

it when the tickling starts.

BUGLE: The tickling ain't
what makes me nervous.

Well, it should!
[KICKS DOOR OPEN]

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[FOOTSTEPS]

JOHN: Hello Bobby.
[GROANS]

[PUNCHES]
BOBBY: Your mama teach ya
how to fight?

JOHN: Don't you
talk about my mama!

[GRUNTING]

[GROANS]

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What?

He insulted
my mother.

You didn't even
know your mama.

All the more, Buge,
all the more.

[GRUNTS]

Who sent ya?

Nobody.

Never heard of him.

You ever
heard of him?

A Mr. Nobody.
Hard to say.

Oh heck, Buge, they say you're
the brains of the outfit.

I thought I
was the looks.

Up!

[BOTH GRUNTING]

You are the third
tight-lipped bounty-hunter

we've had to move
out this month.

[GRUNT]

There's something
cookin' around here Buge.

And it's making
me hangry.

[KICK]
[GRUNT]

BLACKJACK: You heard
that carpetbagger.

He's offering good,
hard coin for The Saint.

Dead or alive.

Where's the
Union now?

Where's their
promises?

They ripped our
world apart!

Where's their
promise of mercy?

The Saint's been
stealin' those promises.

Breakin' it while they sit
back gettin' fat on victory.

My farm's in ashes.

My kids is hungry.

The Union's failed
us again.

It's on us, to
take what's ours.

CAL BREAKER: Are you boys
talkin' about The Saint?

* [SUSPENSE] *

What's it
to ya?

Well, a friendly piece of
advice, I would stay clear.

Let the law work for ya.

Not against ya.

The law ain't
feedin' my family!

Neither are you,
if you're dead.

What'd you say?

[COCKING GUNS]

Is that a
threat boy?!

Come on down here and face us
like a man or I'll shoot you-

I'd lower that hammer
before I drop mine.

Uh-uh.
DEPUTY SHANKS: You heard the
deputy marshal, now drop it.

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Steer clear, boys,
you've been warned.

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CAL: Jeremiah.

JEREMIAH: Stay safe, fellas.

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* [HARMONICA] *

No.

* [HARMONICA PLAYING] *

Hmph.

* [HARMONICA PLAYING] *

No. [LAUGHING]
It's more like this.

* [HARMONICA] *

My son never had
many friends.

War will make 'em brothers
before it's all over.

Want any of this?

Got it off
a Georgia boy.

I don't suppose that
was an even trade?

Spoils of war,
brother.

John?
Hmm?

THE SAINT: I've seen you stare
down a bear with only a round

left in your chamber.

I've seen you crack more
skulls and break more bones

than any man in the territory.

I mean, you're as
tough as they come.

But when it comes to
these gray backs...

your sympathy
concerns me.

Well...

that bear had it coming,
he killed my dog.

As for cracking and breaking
something, I'd rather

put something in a sling
than in a grave.

As for them...

I believe in what
we're fighting for.

Doesn't mean I have to hate
who I'm fighting against.

Mm.

* [HARMONICA] *

[CHUCKLING]
Sound any good?

Yeah.

* [HARMONICA] *

Keep it simple.

Good guys in blue,
bad guys in gray.

Well, that's not
how I see it.

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When this is over...

If Davis and Lee and the rest
of these guys aren't dancing

at the end of a rope...

I'm gonna pay old Honest
Abe a visit myself.

That talk brings
trouble, Virg.

Trouble can find me.

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[CHICKEN CLUCKING]

[CHOPPING WOOD]

[HORSE NEIGHS]

BONNIE: John?

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You make 'em out?

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Too far.
Oh.

It's the
marshal.

Guess he heard
about the fence post.

Fence post?

[CLEARS THROAT]
You sure it's him?

Of course,
I'm sure.

Look at how he sits
in that saddle.

He rides like you.

I look
that good?

What's that
on his head?

Is that a new hat?

And a new deputy.

Huh...

How do you
do, marshal?

Mom, Sheriff.

This is
Deputy Shanks.

Afternoon,
ma'am.

Deputy Shanks,
call me Bonnie.

It's a pleasure.
[CLEARS THROAT]

And this is Sheriff Breaker.

His daddy.

[LAUGHS]
Well, it's an honor, Sheriff.

Shanks.

You wouldn't happen to be kin
to a Colonel Williford Shanks,

would ya?

Yes sir,
that's my daddy.

You're Willy's boy!

I'll be.

How is old guts
n' glory doing?

Uh, well...

He actually passed
last spring sir.

Caught pneumonia.

But he told me plenty
of stories about you.

Mostly from the war.

He was a
good man.

You look a lot like him.

Thank you, sir.

Bugle.

Marshal.

You boys hungry?

Can I put on
a chicken?
M'm...

CAL: You've slaughtered enough
chickens on my account.

Whatever the Sheriff's
having, that'd be fine.

No, no, no; those
chickens have been

thrivin' under my
shadow too long.

The only time I get a
treat is when you show up.

Bonnie, slaughter
the fatted hen.

The prodigal has returned.

Fried chicken, then.

M'm.

[CLEARS THROAT]

I uh... suppose you heard
about the whole fence post

thing and Jack Swanson and all?

I did.

JOHN: And I suppose
that's why you're here.

It's not.

That lawyer had all the facts
all twisted, he's making

this whole stink about it.

That guy had himself a knife.

Didn't he have
a knife on him?
CAL: Sheriff...

That is between you,
him and the fence post.

I am here on more
prudent matters.

He called me
Sheriff again.

Listen, son...

If you're gonna stand on
my property with that belly

growlin' for one of
my chickens, you'll call

me dad, pa, father...

Or if you're feeling
especially tender, daddy.

CAL: Done!

I'm here on matters other than
your fence post escapades.

Escapades?

He's back.

* [SUSPENSE] *

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CAL: Now have you seen this?

[HORSE NEIGHS OUTSIDE]

No.

If I knew where he was,
I would've hunted and

found him a long time ago.

I know
where he is.

You think you do.
I do.

Even if you think you
do, he's not gettable.

Not just the two of you.

CAL: Well, someone
has to try.

I have a warrant
for his arrest.

That's just a piece of
rollin' paper to him.

CAL: It is my duty
to deliver

that warrant and
to bring him back.

JOHN: A warrant
for The Saint?

Well, whose boot did he spit
on, because jayhawkers like

that are small potatoes
to the likes of Washington.

There have
been whispers...

and rumors that have made it
all the way to Washington.

Rumors rubbed together
don't make a warrant.

CAL: We have information
that him and his crew...

they have been hitting
reconstruction supply lines,

raiding encampments,
profiteering, leaving a mess

wherever they hit!

Taking supplies,
women, leaving bodies!

Now all that intel,
that leads here.

Kansas?

[CHUCKLES]

You start flipping rocks
over in Kansas, you're

gonna find more desperate
deserters than rattlesnakes.

You're better off asking Grant
for a regiment of expendables.

The president?

The government asked me.

And now, I'm asking you.

Wha-

What?

Well, why didn't you say
that in the first place?

I was trying to.

The only thing is you would
need to become my deputy.

[LAUGHING]
A deputy, Break.

A deputy?

Well, we would have
to cross state lines.

John...

CAL: The Saint has been stirring
up all kinds of trouble.

Pickin' fights with

deserters, bushwhackers,
any southerner...

that's paths he cross.

The bounty is unwarranted
and unsanctioned but...

it is backed by rich
investors and carpetbaggers.

Bounty hunters from all over
have been winding up dead.

Everybody wants this reward
but nobody can claim it.

JOHN: Carpetbaggers,
banking bushwhackers.

Trespassing bounty hunters.

Bobby the bear.

I told you somethin'
was cookin'.

You warned me, 100.

CAL: This man wants war.

If he can light a fire, he will.

Now if the bushwhackers
get him, then...

But this man is living as
if the war is still on.

If he keeps going on the
way that he is then...

he could reignite the Civil War.

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Now hold on.
The Saint's a slippery one.

He's not gonna be stopped with
a smile and a piece of paper.

CAL: Then we bring him

inthe hard way.

Cut from
the same cloth.

Like wool,
in summer.

Alright...

Show me something about
his little group here.

I'm not used to The Saint
having a gaggle with him.

[PAPERS RUSTLING]

This is Anvil.

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[BRASS CLINKS]

[PANTING]

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[GRUNTING]

[FIGHTING]

[PUNCHES]

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[FIGHTING]

CAL: He can and will shoot
you dead in a heartbeat.

But he prefers to
fight more personal.

They say his fists might
as well be horse hooves.

Weapon of choice:
brass knuckles.

I got it,
don't get close.

Easier said
than done.

Meet Holt.

[MEN FIGHTING IN BACKGROUND]
[BULLET CLINKING]

[COCKS GUN]

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CAL: A hunter.

You'll hear his gunshot
before you see him comin'.

Franklin York.

[MEN SHOUTING]

SOLDIER: We're being ambushed!

Go, go, ride for help!

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CAL: One of the best
snipers in the business.

If he can see you in the
distance, he can hit you.

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[COCKS GUN]

* [SUSPENSE] *

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[GUNSHOT]

[GRUNT]

CAL: Claims that he's shot
more than a dozen officers

off their horses.

Says he doesn't miss.

JOHN: Everybody misses.

Who's next?

CAL: George
Washington, Jr.

[GUNSHOT]

[GRUNT]

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Claims he's the direct
descendant of the president.

Says if America was a
monarchy he'd be king.

[GUNSHOTS]

JOHN: Washington didn't
have any kids.

CAL: He didn't?

Well, don't tell him that.

Tucker Macready.

He will kill anyone he
sees as a rebel sympathizer.

[GUNSHOTS]

[COCKS GUN]

[CLICK]

[GRUNTS ANGRILY]

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[COCKS GUN]
[HITTING]

Aah!!

[SLAP, GUITAR STRINGS POP]

They say he's the
musician of the group and

The Saint's right hand man.

And he is mean.

[MANIACAL LAUGH]

Music, the
great equalizer.

[CHUCKLING]

CAL: Stacey Snyder.

A girl.

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[GRUNTING]

CAL: An unknown,
a mystery, a liability.

Pretty, but you'll hit
the floor

before you can say, "Miss."

They say she holds
her own though, against

the rest of the bunch.

Makes her scary enough for me.

I don't ever remember
having to fight no woman.

That's because mom whooped
you a long time ago.

JOHN: Well, maybe I should show
these people how I curbed

your teens over my knee.

I don't fight my subordinates,
Deputy Breaker.

Deputy Breaker,
Deputy...
[CHUCKLING]

JOHN: What's in
a title?

Just a word made up by some
man sitting behind a desk.

Besides...

What better company
for my compromise?

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CAL: And of course they
are all led by Virgil.

JOHN: "The Saint."

* [OMINOUS] *

* *

"We must extinguish
our resentments...

if we want
harmony and union."

* *

Your newspaper's
outdated.

* *

Where's the gold?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

We were only transporting
food and supplies

to the starving
in St. Louis.

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[PUNCHING]

[GASPING]

Kansas supplies
for Missouri rebels.

OFFICER: I swear.

There's no money!

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[YELLS]

I don't trust
bushwhackers.

I'm not a
bushwhacker!

I'm an officer of
the Union army.

I serve Bates Guard, sixth
Missouri volunteer infantry!

Bates Guard?
Yes sir!

I-- I'm sorry, sir.

Untie him.

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Have a seat.

Have a seat, c'mon.

[EXHALES]

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You have any
children?

I got three boys.

I had two sons.

They used to help me run
my spread, not too far

from here actually.

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One of them decided he
didn't like farming.

Wanted to try his luck
on the Mississippi.

I condemned it, naturally.

But I woke to find he took my
best horse and my favorite gun

and ran off, leaving me and
my other son to run the place.

On the eve of the war,
he came back to me.

Robbed, beaten,
half starved.

He came back to me with an
apologetic grin, a smirk.

He said...

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"I'm sorry, daddy.

You were right."

And I said, "I know."

And shut the door in his face.

George...
OFFICER: Wait!!

Wait!!
We have to stomp out
the rebellion.

OFFICER: Please!!
Smite it.

No!!!
Shut the door on it.

George, okay.

Wait!!

It's in the wagon!

Under the seat.

[BREAKS LOCK]

TUCKER: Welcome to The Saint's
restoration of the Union

and the final annihilation
of the Confederacy.

THE SAINT: Saddle up, boys!

[SMOOCH]

George, the door.

* Mine eyes have
seen the glory... *

[COCKS GUN]
[CHUCKLING]

[GUNSHOT]

[FOOTSTEPS]

[SIGHS]

John...

I finally get to
fix my mistake.

This is a mistake.

My two against
all of them?

Well, four.

There's four,
actually.

My boys --
both of you?

Well, trouble halved
is trouble shared.

[HORSE NEIGHS OUTSIDE]

Don't sally
me, John.

I'm not your deputy.

Look me in the eye.

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You've been dodging
bullets your whole life.

And now I can't help but feel
you're stepping right into one.

When you show
a man mercy

it becomes your
responsibility.

[SIGHS]

Surely there's someone
else who can do this.

No.

I have to do
this, Bonnie.

No, you don't.

You want to.

And if you fail,
that'll be why.

Bonnie...

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[CRUMPLES UP PAPER]

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[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNFIRE, MEN SHOUTING]

OFFICER: Go back, retreat!

Retreat, that's it boys,
keep it moving!

We've got 'em on the run!

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT, GRUNT]
OFFICER: I got one!

[GUNFIRE]

[INDECIPHERABLE CHATTER]

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[GUNSHOTS]

[GRUNTS]

That's enough
for today, son.

Cal...

[GUNFIRE]

VIRGIL: Hold up, son.

Stand guard.

[SPITS]

[GUNFIRE]

Jackpot.

This gold watch will
fetch a pretty penny.

[COCKS GUN]

* [SUSPENSE] *

Maybe I'll even give
it to you, son.

Come on, dad, stop.

What?
[GUNSHOT]

You've taken
enough.

No!!

[GUNSHOT]
[BULLET RICOCHETS]

Perkins.

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[GUNSHOT]

[COCKS GUN]

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[GUNSHOT]

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[GUNFIRE]

JOHN: Cal, stand guard.

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[PANTING]

Virgil, I'm so sorry.

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I never should've brought him.

JOHN: He fought for
a good cause, Virgil.

With honor.

VIRGIL: He fought
because I made him.

He's dead because
I brought him.

It should've
been his brother.

But he was there.

And that's what matters.

The cause was affected
for the good because

your son was part of it.

And history will remember.

VIRGIL:The cause...
History...

He came for
the adventure.

I came to
kill traitors.

I'll bring you home, boy.

Lay you next to your
mother soon enough.

As soon as I get that gray
back that murdered you.

I'll kill him, boy.

[SNIFFS]

I'll...

I'll have justice.

JOHN: Virgil...

that ain't justice.

Red feather
in his cap.

Cocky, taunting
red feather.

I'll... find him.

I'll find him if I have to
pillage the whole rebel army.

Grieve him, Virgil,
fight for him.

But don't dishonor
him with revenge.

[CROW CAWING]

Who up and made
you preacher?

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Look who you're
talking to.

Look where
I'm standing!

* *

Your boy knew what was right...

he would've killed that Johnny.

But you stopped him.

My boy's dead because
you stopped that bullet.

His blood cries for revenge!

* *

Maybe it's yours that
should be taken.

[COCKS GUN]
JOHN: Hold it, Buge.

Virgil...

CAL: Dad...

JOHN: It's alright, Cal.

* *

[LOWERS HAMMER]

[SOBBING]
I'm sorry boy.

* *

Take it.

He'd want you to...

keep practicing.

* [HARMONICA PLAYING] *

* [HARMONICA CONTINUES] *

* [HARMONICA CONTINUES] *

You're pretty good at
that tin sandwich.

[BLOWS]

You think if Perkins was
still alive The Saint

would've turned out the same?

I think The Saint was broke
before the war even started.

There was bad brewing
in him for a long time.

I think when his son
died, that dam broke.

No, I don't think
The Saint's son was bad.

But I think the father would've
forced him there eventually.

You see, daddies have a way
of doing those things.

Shaping a thing.

So you shaped
me, huh?

JOHN: Well, not to the
caliber that you've become.

But I think mama and me,
we lit some kindling.

But you stoked that fire
all by yourself, senator.

Oh, I know.
Come on...

Oh, well,
war hero.

Law school,
marshal.

Going after the number one
criminal this side of the Ohio.

Dad.
You haven't shown
any interest in

The Saint till it caught
the eye of Washington.

I ain't condemning you,
I get it.

Small potatoes.

But let this be
a lesson to you.

Small things, grow.

Let's just worry about
getting The Saint.

We'll think about
the becomings, after.

I can't help but wonder
what it would've been like

if I hadn't let him go.

Well, he was
your friend.

No, he wasn't.

Just because you know a man
doesn't make him your friend.

What was the story
with that fence post?

* *

Good night, Cal.

Good night!
Good night.

* *

* *

* ["THE WARRANT" THEME] *

* *

* *

I will be back.

Both of you.

Hyah, hyah!

* *

* *

* *

[WATER SPLASHING]

* *

[HORSE NEIGHS]

* *

[CHICKENS CLUCK]

* *

* *

* *

* *

BLACKJACK: The Saint stole
our food, stole our lives.

And this reward will
give it all back!

I want you to think of your
wives; think about your sister.

Think about your children.

This time tomorrow,
our problems are over!

This time tomorrow there'll be
justice for our fallen brothers.

That's right!

This time tomorrow
we'll be rich!

Kill him, hang
him dead.

Somebody gets between
you and The Saint...

They're standin' between
you and your family,

you and your lives!

Let's fight for
the fallen!

Let's ride!

RUCKUS: Let's make some money.

CLETUS: Alright,
let's get him.

BLACKJACK: Saddle up boys!

RUCKUS: Yeah, let's go!

* *

[FIRE CRACKLING]

[HORSE NEIGHS]

What you readin'?

Nothin'.

JOHN: Uh-huh.

CAL: Sonnets.
Who?

Shakespeare.

Shakespeare?

Poetry.

Oh... Huh.

JOHN: You know...

I wrote a poem once.

What, you?
JOHN: Uh-huh.

When I first met
your mama.

* *

Wow, I am surprised
I was even born.

Yeah, I can be artistic
too when I want to be.

Yeah.

With a fence post.

You're lucky
I'm layin' down!

Yeah, yeah.

My watch.

Sleep tight, boys.
Night.

* *

[HORSE NEIGHS]

Mama know?

What, about
the sonnets?

About the
girl.

I would feel like picking with
the barrage of questions

she would come at me with.

No, I have not told anybody.

You know, new canteens
are cheap.

So is life.

Yours was almost bought
with a tiny piece of lead.

Old things like this always
remind me to pray

for the better angels.

[FOOTSTEPS, HORSE NEIGHING]

Get some sleep.

Nothing gets past ol' Buge.

CAL: I don't think I've ever
seen him sleep a wink.

I bet he would stay out there
all night if you asked him to.

[DEPUTY SHANKS SIGHS]

Looks all quiet to me.

Shanks, how long have you
been marshaling for?

Since the war.

What made you choose this
line of work?

DEPUTY SHANKS: Best legal way to
keep the juices flowing,

I suppose.

It's kinda hard to go back to
being a clerk

once you've dealt in bullets,
know what I mean?

Yeah.

I suppose I do.

DEPUTY SHANKS: My dad did.

He went right back behind the
counter selling

pickled eggs and candy sticks.

I couldn't though.

You know there are two types of
men who come in and out of war.

Those who fight because
it's their duty like your daddy.

Then go home and shed the
memories with their uniform.

And then there are those who
fight because they're fighters,

and there's always something
that needs to be fought.

It takes both types.

* *

Good night boys.

[SIGHS]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Hyah! Hyah!

[HOOF BEATS]

[HORSE NEIGHING]

[HOOF BEATS]

JOHN: We're getting pretty deep
into Kansas now boys.

Are you sure you know
where The Saint is?

Just relax back there,
old man.

The trail leads that way.

But that's towards the
Abington place.

Why would they go through
the Abington place?

Something ain't right.

I'm gonna go
check it out.

- Cal!
- Hyah!

[GRUMBLES]

[HOOF BEATS]

JOHN: Ah... stubborn.

[HOOF BEATS]

[HORSE NEIGHS]

Something wrong, Sheriff?

[SIGHS]

Your daddy used to
get these feelings

before a battle or a march,
you know about those?

Yeah, I get 'em at
home too when something's off,

or about to happen.

How are you feeling?

Like we're being watched.

Uh-huh... yeah.

I missed your daddy the last
couple of years.

Yeah, I miss him too.

He talked about you all
the time during the war.

* [SOFT NOSTALGIC MUSIC] *

It was hard for him
fighting against ya.

* [SOFT NOSTALGIC MUSIC] *

Every prisoner we'd catch, he'd
always ask them if they knew ya.

* [SOFT NOSTALGIC MUSIC] *

[PATS BACK]
It's an honor ridin' with ya.

I hope I don't
disappoint you, sir.

Nah, you won't.

[APPROACHING HOOF BEATS]

[HORSE NEIGHING]

They're there.

And the Abingtons?

Fresh graves
in the back.

CAL: There's a girl.
JOHN: Abby?

She was running water from the
well... she's alive.

* [SOMBER MUSIC] *

[FLASHBACK]
THE SAINT: So, this is it.

You hang a man for
avenging his son?

DEPUTY SHANKS:
What's the plan, Marshal?

CAL: Ride around the tree line
and come around back,

and you cut their horses loose.

If you see them run out,
give them light.

Bugle, stay just out of
the line of fire.

If there's trouble,
run and get help.

Sheriff.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Or we deliver the warrant.

Hup! Hyah!
[HOOF BEATS]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

* [TUNING, STRUMMING GUITAR] *

[HOOF BEATS APPROACHING]

Company.

CAL: My name is Cal Breaker,
and I am a U.S. Marshal.

[FOOTSTEPS]

Howdy.

CAL:
Is Mr. Abington here?

TUCKER: Yeah, he's around.

One of the...

twins could take you to him.

[COCKS RIFLE]
Heh.

JOHN:
Easy, Cal.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

You ever grab a
rattler by the nose?

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Grab those reins,
and you'll find out.

That's right.

TUCKER: You're in no position to
make threats, law dog.

Virgil!

Virgil, come on out!

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[FOOTSTEPS]

John Breaker.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Virg.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

It always makes me smile
to see you, John.

I wish I felt
the same, Virg.

VIRGIL:
The last time I saw you,

you were fitting me
for a noose.

If memory serves,
you deserved it.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Are you here to see the uh...

JOHN:
Abingtons.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Yeah, are you here to see them?
Because they ain't here.

Hmm.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Looks like you made
yourself at home.

I know you ain't here on
official business,

because last time I checked,
the state line ended over yonder

and so does your jurisdiction.

Mine did...

his didn't.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Cal?

Virgil.

Well...

this boy he...

he was friends with
my boy during the war.

It's good to see you, Cal.

It's "Marshal" now.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Marshal?

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Good for you,
good for you, heh.

What can I do
for you, Marshal?

We have got a warrant
for your arrest.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Yeah?

I don't think so, Cal.

It's nice of you
boys to stop by.

Goodbye, John.

We ain't goin'
without ya, Virg.

Trouble's coming and it's
got your name all over it.

Wouldn't you rather see this
through with some friends?

Are we still friends, John?

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

We can do this easy, Virg.

Ain't nothin' easy.

[BUGLE'S HORSE NEIGHS]

Bugle still fighting
your wars for you?

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Holt!

[FOOTSTEPS]

She makes a mean cobbler.

[TUCKER LAUGHING]

Are you okay, Abby?

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

VIRGIL: What are the odds
of you knowing them?

JOHN: They used to live just
north of Linn Creek.

VIRGIL: Well, then...
DEPUTY SHANKS: Get, get, get!

VIRGIL: ...I guess you already
know all about the cobbler.

[VIRGIL'S GANG LAUGHS]

Now as much as I like
cobbler, Virg...

you know how Bonnie gets
if I ruin her dinner.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Pace you're marchin, ya gonna
miss more than supper.

It's more than you'll get hangin
from a bushwhacker's tree.

Their trees or your gallows,
it makes no difference to me.
Listen, Virg-

No you listen, John!
[COCKS PISTOL]

You take your Marshal-boy,
and you go across that line.

And you forget you
ever knew me!

Not his call,
it's mine.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Back a bear in his own den,
boy...

you'll find out
what happens.

JOHN: I know what happens...
you smoke him out.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

VIRGIL: We were brothers once.

I'm gonna give you
one last chance.

Take your boy home.

Don't make the same
mistake I did.

Holt!
[FOOTSTEPS RETREATING]

Tucker!
[FOOTSTEPS RETREATING]

CAL: Hey.
JOHN: Cal.

Hey! Hey!

- Cal, don't.
- Hey!
[DOOR SLAMS SHUT]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

* *

[COCKS RIFLE, HORSE BLUSTERS]

Everybody stop.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Aw, heck.

[GUNSHOTS]

Hyah!

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[COCKS RIFLE, GUNSHOTS]

[HORSE NEIGHS, COCKS RIFLE]

[GUNSHOTS]

[HOOF BEATS]

[GUNSHOT]

[COCKS RIFLE]

[GUNSHOTS]

[EXHALES]

[COCKS RIFLE]

[FOOTSTEPS]

[COCKS RIFLE, FIRES GUNSHOT]

[RICOCHETS, FIRES GUNSHOT]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[COCKS PISTOL]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[EXHALES]

[GRUNTING, GROANING]

[PUNCHING]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[GRUNTS, GROANS]

Yah!
[FENCE BREAKING, CLATTERING]

[JOHN GROANING]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[GUNSHOTS]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[GUNSHOTS, HORSE NEIGHS]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[COCKS RIFLE HAMMER]

[HORSE NEIGHS]

[HOOF BEATS]

[GUNSHOT, BUGLE GROANS]

[HORSE CONTINUES TROTTING AWAY]

[COCKS PISTOL]

[GUNSHOTS]

[THUD]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[BRASS KNUCKLES CLINKING]

[FOOTSTEPS]

Fence post!
[ANVIL GROANING]

Yah!
[GRUNTING]

[ANVIL GROANING]

[JOHN HITTING, ANVIL GROANING]

[LOUD CLATTERING, SPLASHING]

Gentle justice.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[COCKS RIFLE]

[FOOTSTEPS]

[GUNSHOTS]

They got Bugle!

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Did he hit the ground?

- What?
- Did he fall from his horse?

CAL: No.

[SIGHING]

[FOOTSTEPS]

[TUCKER FIRES GUNSHOT]

Ah!

* [SOMBER MUSIC] *

* [SOMBER MUSIC] *

[TUCKER LAUGHING]

[STUMBLES TO GROUND]

[GUNSHOTS]

[EMPTY CLICKING]

Cal!!!

[GUNSHOT]

Cal, go! go!

[GUNSHOTS]

Go, Cal! Go!

[GUNSHOTS]

Go, go! Get in! You ain't gonna
bring 'em back

doing stuff like that!

CAL: They got Shanks.

JOHN: Ain't nothin' you can
do about that right now.

CAL: They killed him.

JOHN:
We all knew the risks.

CAL:
What kind of excuse is that?

Cal!
[GUNSHOT WHIZZES BY]

He died fighting
for a cause.

That's all any fighter
can ever ask for.

You going back out there and
getting yourself killed

ain't gonna help him now.
[GUNSHOT WHIZZES BY]

How about Bugle?
He was your friend.

You said he didn't fall off
his horse, right?

CAL: Yeah.

I know my friend.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[GUNSHOT WHIZZES BY]

CAL: You should have killed
Virgil when you had the chance.

[FLASHBACK]
JOHN: Well let me tell ya what
redemption looks like...

I never found you,
and I never see you again.

You go West and start yourself
a new life, Virgil.

You ready
to move?

[EXHALES]

We gotta hold up until
we get reinforcements.

CAL: How long is that
gonna be?

Well, it'll take Bugle 2 hours
to get to town;

2 hours to posse up and about 5
hours to get back in the dark.

So until dawn?

[COCKS RIFLE]
I ain't waitin' that long.

[GUNSHOTS IN DISTANCE]

BUGLE: Hey Breaker... Breaker.
JOHN: Yeah?

We've got trouble.

[GUNSHOTS IN DISTANCE]

[SIGHS]
Yeah.

BUGLE: He left last night
right past the pickets.

They're calling him
a deserter.

JOHN: We both know what
he went to do.

[FOOTSTEPS]

BUGLE: The Captain's
looking for him.

They'll want me to
bring him back.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

He who walks with the wise
becomes wise,

but a companion to fools
suffers harm.

[CAL'S FOOTSTEPS APPROACH]

They're gonna hang him,
aren't they, dad?

I know why me,
but why you?

Foolish or wise...

I'm your companion.

Here's to harm.

[MUGS CLINKING]

I'm comin' with ya.

[MUG CLINKS DOWN ON TABLE]

Not this time.

[FOOTSTEPS]

Dad?

You're staying.
It's safer here.

CAL: But it's not safe anywhere,
and I wanna be with you.

I said you're
staying.

If you die for your country,
so be it.

But I'm not letting you die
for The Saint.

Let's go.

[FOOTSTEPS]

* [CAL PLAYS HARMONICA] *

JOHN: They got us pinned, Cal.

Looks like we're staying
here tonight.

* ["BATTLE HYMN OF THE
REPUBLIC," HARMONICA] *

Heya... do you think
they'll run?

No.

CAL: Do you think they'll
hurt the girl?

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

I don't know.

* ["BATTLE HYMN OF THE
REPUBLIC," HARMONICA] *

[BIRD SQUAWKS]

Shh.

[BIRD SQUAWKS OUTSIDE]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[FOOTSTEPS OUTSIDE]

[SHOVEL CLANKING]

CAL: What are you doing?
JOHN: Shh.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

JOHN: Hey!
[THUD]

[MAN GROANING]

[SHOVEL FALLS TO GROUND]
I hit him, you cuff him.

BLACKJACK: This is that
jayhawker Jeremiah's outpost.

I'll see who sneaks up on
who this time.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

JEREMIAH:
Turn back. Go home.

BLACKJACK:
Under whose authority?

[HORSE NEIGHS]
JEREMIAH: Mine.

The Marshal done warned you
with his mouth.
[COCKS GUN]

Now I'm warning
you with my gun.

BLACKJACK: It's just you, huh?

Look at you sittin' there all
fancy pointin' your pistol

at me while The Saint
runs free starving my kids.

Raiding my land.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

I'm gonna count to three.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

One...

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Two...

[HORSE NEIGHS]

[SPITS]

[COCKS RIFLE]

Three.

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS, BIRDS SQUAWKING]

* [SOMBER MUSIC] *

[THUD]

Grab his horse.

We'll get to the Abington Ranch
before sundown.

* *

[BLACKJACK LAUGHING,
RIDING AWAY]

There ya go.

The Saint's
gonna get you!

[PUNCH, THUD]

No, he's not.

[FOOTSTEPS]

[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]
VIRGIL: Watch her.

Make sure she doesn't move.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[FOOTSTEPS]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Hey, John!

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

What?

I'm giving you the one last
chance you once gave me.

You can leave here now,
and I'll let you go.

JOHN: With you in tow?

[JOHN COCKS GUN]
VIRGIL: You're a stubborn man.

Yep.

[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]
VIRGIL: So what'll it be?

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

I'll wait.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

To meet your maker?

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Maybe.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[RETREATING FOOTSTEPS]

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

CAL:
If we're gonna meet our maker...

it's not gonna be
from starvation.

We've got their provisions,
take a look.

JOHN: Looks like a dadgum
general store in here let's eat!

[APPLES CRUNCHING]

[PACING FOOTSTEPS]

VIRGIL: John Breaker.

TUCKER: Look, why don't
we just run?

They ain't gonna catch us!

VIRGIL:
Because of what's in the barn.

There's always more
loot, boss.

Not the loot...
Breaker!

TUCKER: We can get away and
regroup and gather more men.

This ends today.

I don't see no point in going
out there to die.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Do you wanna spend your life
lookin' over your shoulder?

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

You ready?

[COCKS GUN]

Aye.

[FOOTSTEPS]

VIRGIL: If she moves, kill her.
[DOOR OPENS]

STACEY: You got it, boss.
[DOOR CLOSES]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[APPLE THUDS]

JOHN: Hey, hey...
what is that?

Uh-huh.

Is she pretty as your mama?

She's beautiful.

You live a dangerous life son,
is she okay with that?

Yeah, she's fine.

[BITING, CRUNCHING]

[APPLE THUDS]

[FOOTSTEPS]

Well.

We both know that mom
is a strong woman...

but my life and my choices
haven't always been easy on her.

A lot of late nights wonderin'
if I was comin' home on a saddle

or in a box.

She's fine.

VIRGIL: Cal!
[GUNSHOT, CAN DROPS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[BULLET SPLASHING]

[GUNSHOTS]

[BULLETS RICOCHET]

[GUNSHOTS]

[WATER STREAMS OUT]

[GUN CLICKS EMPTY]

[GUN THUDS TO GROUND]

[RETREATING FOOTSTEPS,
DOOR CLOSES]

JOHN: Are you alright?

CAL: Yeah, no holes.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Desperation?

Diversion.

[RUNNING FOOTSTEPS]

[GUNSHOT]
JOHN: Anvil's on the run.

You take the back,
I'll take the front.

Ready? Go!

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[COCKS RIFLE]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[ANVIL GRUNTING LOUDLY]

[GUNSHOT, ANVIL GROANS]

[THUD]

[COCKS RIFLE]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[TUCKER COCKS GUN]
John Breaker...

the only man alive who could
give my boss the quickstep.

Tucker Macready...

don't make me
shoot a musician;

the world needs as
many as it can get.

I believe I got you-

[GUNSHOT, TUCKER GROANS]

[TUCKER FALLS TO GROUND]

[PANTING]

[STACEY COCKS GUN,
CLEARS THROAT]

[CAL COCKS GUN]

There's always
another way.

Really?

Always?

How've
you been?

I've been busy.

Come here.

* [SOFT ROMANTIC MUSIC] *

[GRUNTS]

TUCKER:
The Saint is gonna kill you.

JOHN: I heard that one already.
[PUNCHES HIM]

[FOOTSTEPS]

* [SOFT ROMANTIC MUSIC] *

Is this your idea
of gentle justice?

* [SOFT ROMANTIC MUSIC] *

Dad, hey this is the girl
I was telling you about.

Stacey Snyder.

I've heard a lot
about you, sir.

CAL:
She works for the government.

Her intel is what helped us get
the warrant.

And you're...
you're okay with her being a...

Spy?

No offense, sheriff-

Deputy.

STACEY: No offense.

I've been working southern
celebrations

and Confederate inaugurations
since before Sumter.

Your mama's gonna
love her!

* [SOFT ROMANTIC MUSIC] *

What if I had shot her?!

Now come on,
you're not gonna shoot a girl.

You can hardly look at her.

* [SOFT ROMANTIC MUSIC] *

JOHN: Alright, you two
lovebirds... let's end this.

The Saint's not getting
away this time.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Alright...

I'll busy him in the front.

You go around left,
and come in through the back.

It'll be just like Bull Run.

You ready, Miss Snyder?

STACEY: Yep.
JOHN: Ready, son?

CAL: Ready.

Good.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

The odds have shifted, Virgil.

You're outnumbered.
How do you wanna play it?

I'm glad it's you, John...
but you're gonna have to

kill me this time.
[COCKS PISTOL]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNFIRE IN DISTANCE]

[RUNNING FOOTSTEPS]

[WHISTLES]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[JOHN AND BUGLE
BOTH COCK THEIR RIFLES]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[CHUCKLES IN RELIEF]
Oh! Morning, boys.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Was it worth it, Virg?

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

I'm glad it's you
they sent, John.

I'm not.

[HAT FALLS TO GROUND]

[COCKS RIFLE]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[BAG SNAPS OPEN]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

I lost my boy, John.

It's got to count
for something.

You've got a boy.

You understand.

They'll understand.

You disobeyed orders.

You left without leave.

You put yourself above
the Army.

That's called desertion.

It was justice!

It was war!

How many sons did you take
in Petersburg?

How about Bull Run?

While you were out there
trying to even the score,

you put a price
on all of us.

Oh, it's easy for you
to talk like that.

Your boy is still breathing.

And you stayed the bullet
that killed mine.

If it had been your boy
that had been buried,

I'd have understood.

CONFEDERATE SOLDIER:
Help! Someone shot Timmy!

VIRGIL: I guess I was followed;
your choice... fight or flight?

[COCKS RIFLE]

CONFEDERATE SOLDIER:
They've gotta be close.

Over here! I see them!

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Go!

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

[BULLETS DROPPING]

[GUNSHOTS]

JOHN: Go, Cal! Go!
[OPENS DOOR]

[FOOTSTEPS]

You're late.

I thought you said
like Bull Run?

You were late then too.

VIRGIL: I'm coming out!
[KICKS DOOR OPEN]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

It's over, Virg...
let her go.

You're in no position
to negotiate.

You're gonna kill
an innocent girl?

I'll do what I have to
to protect the Union.

No, you'll do what you have to
for revenge.

Their treachery
is unforgivable!

JOHN: No, you think
your son abandoning

you is unforgivable.

You think the war taking your
other boy is unforgivable.

Put your guns down!
[COCKS PISTOL]

- I'll shoot her.
- You're not gonna shoot her
Virg.

She doesn't deserve it.

[COCKS PISTOL, ABBY WHIMPERS]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

You're broken...

and you're bad...

but you ain't evil, Virg.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Let her go.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

You're right.

I won't shoot her.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[SHOOTS GUN AT CAL]

[CAL GROANS]

VIRGIL: Drop it! Drop it!
The traitor too!

[SETS GUN ON GROUND]
Good girl.

Put your gun down.

Put your gun down!

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[SETS GUN ON TABLE]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

A son for a son.

Now you know
what it feels like.

[FOOTSTEPS]

Cal!

Take it easy... easy.
Are you okay?

[FOOTSTEPS]

BLACKJACK: Howdy.
[COCKS RIFLE]

[SPITS]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

We's here for a reckonin'.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Ah, ah, ah... drop it.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[GUN THUDS]

JOHN: Cal, keep your
finger in it.

We don't want ya
to bleed out.

[LABORED BREATHING]
Dad, I'm fine.

[LABORED BREATHING]

Stay with him.

[SPINNING GUN CHAMBER]
What?

I said stay with him.

[FOOTSTEPS]

Where is he?

[JOHN KICKS VIRGIL]

Ah!
[THUD]

BLACKJACK: Whoa now.
That man is ours, sheriff.

JOHN: I've got a warrant
for this man's arrest.

[VIRGIL PUNCHES, JOHN GROANS]

[VIRGIL PUNCHING]

[JOHN GROANING]

[JOHN KICKING, VIRGIL GROANING]

CLETUS:
Oh, that had to hurt!

[PUNCHING, GROANING]

Oh!
[THUD]

[GROANING]

* *

[PUNCHING]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

BLACKJACK:
Alright, let's wrap it up, boys.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[PUNCHING]

[KNEEING]

BLACKJACK:
I said he's ours, sheriff.

[GRUNTING, KNEEING]

[THUD]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[SWATS KNIFE TO GROUND]

[BOTH PANTING]

Do it!

Kill me.

BLACKJACK: Dead or alive,
it don't matter to us.

VIRGIL: You heard 'em...
kill me!

John, kill me.
[PANTING]

[BIRDS CAWING]

I shot your son.

[COCKS GUN]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

So this is it?

Hang a man
for avenging his son?

JOHN: Well, from where I'm
standing you get two

choices... the reckoning,
or the redemption.

The reckoning?

The reckoning is what that Reb
got for murdering my boy.

Well let me tell you what
redemption looks like...

I never found you,
and I never see you again.

You go West and you start
yourself a new life, Virgil.

I'll give it to ya
if you'll take it.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

So you're judge and jury?

JOHN: And executioner.

They told me don't bother
bringing you back,

just find a tree
and drop you.

But I know something
they don't...

you deserted,
but you're not a deserter.

You're just selfish.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

So... there's two roads.

The easy one is
the reckoning.

The right one
is redemption.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

What's it gonna be, Virg?

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

[PANTING]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

JOHN:
You're under arrest.

The court will
decide your fate.

Mercy?!

I spared you once because of
pity... mercy?

[PUNCH, THUD]

[PANTING]

Ain't nothin' gentle
about mercy.

Go on, I'm taking him in.

BLACKJACK: You're outside your
jurisdiction, sheriff.

You ain't nothin' but
a man outgunned.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

You're on the wrong side
of justice, boys.

Don't test me;
not today.

BLACKJACK: Oh yeah?
Whatcha gonna do?

Huh? Forgive us if
we don't oblige... come on.

Oh, I'll forgive ya...

after I'm done with ya.

Heh...
us versus you?

And them.
[HORSE NEIGHING]

[HOOF BEATS APPROACHING]

I got no problem
taking you too.

The choice is yours.

BLACKJACK: Hyah!
JOHN: That's what I thought.

[HOOF BEATS]

[BUGLE'S HORSE NEIGHING]

It's about time.

BUGLE: Most men wouldn't
make it 'til dawn.

Well thankfully,
you ain't most men.

They shot a Deputy Marshal
on the road.

Do you want me to ride
after them?

Send the boys.

Cal's been hit.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Get up.

JOHN: Whoa.
[ABBY COCKS PISTOL]

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Hold off.

Move!

Not like this.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

I said not like this.

[ABBY WHIMPERING]
My father... my brother...

Abby-

You spared him!

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Shh, he's going to court, Abby.
And this time he'll hang.

* [TENSE MUSIC] *

Not this time.

[ABBY CRYING]

JOHN:
Take him away, boys.

[FOOTSTEPS]

[ABBY CRYING]

[FLASHBACK:]
BUGLE: He deserved
to hang.

I know.

[SLOW HOOF BEATS RETREATING]

BUGLE:
Then why didn't you?

If it were my son who
were shot and killed...

I'd probably have
done the same.

[GENTLE TAP]

[FOOTSTEPS]

No, you wouldn't.

[FOOTSTEPS]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

* [SOFT MUSIC] *

[HORSE NEIGHS]

[CAL SHOUTING HAPPILY AT JOHN]
Look at you all gussied up

from your court date!

Bugle told me the verdict.

JOHN:
Umm-hmm.

I got you this
as a reminder...

it's a little
less morbid.

* [SOFT MUSIC] *

I like it.

BONNIE: You sure you don't wanna
stay a while longer?

CAL: Well, I gotta get back to
Washington,

and report on
The Saint's trial.

[SARCASTICALLY]
Back to Washington.

We're proud of you.

We did it.

Yes we did.

And it was a pleasure
getting to know you.

The pleasure was
mine, sheriff.

- Dad.
- What?

[GASPS]

Wait what?

BONNIE: Keep us posted!
JOHN: A wedding?

Don't wait too long.
Campaign season's coming.

CAL: What are you gonna do?
Run against me?

JOHN:
Oh, I ought to just to have the

pleasure of ordering
you around again.

Dad, you'll always
be above my

rank in this county.

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BONNIE:
You take care of him.

STACEY:
We take care of each other.

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[HORSE NEIGHING]

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[EXHALES]

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BUGLE, V/O: There's a fight
inside of men as well.

A fight against
a reckoning.

* *

A reckoning of all the
things we've done...

or didn't do.

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My granddaddy...

he called it a warrant.

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And he warns that
at some point...

it hunts after us all.

* *

Sometimes to reckon...

always to redeem.

[HORSE NEIGHING]

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