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[soldiers shouting]
[guns firing]

["Yankee Doodle"]

[explosion booms]

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[Jim gags]
[coughing]

[Jim groaning]

[groans painfully]

[breath trembling]

[bone cracking]
[Jim screams]

[music]

Hello, Tom

[bell tolling]

What's this for?

I can't bury him if he ain't dead.

You mean he pulled through?

I'll be damned.

He's not there. The sheriff's office.

I'll be damned.

You're alive.

What in God's name
happened to you out there?

Yankee bullets. Tried to snuff us out.

[Tom] There ain't no
Yankees around these parts.

How long were you
wandering around out there

all wounded and such?

There ain't not telling.

Yeah, I'm not sure how
long you was laying there

before I stumbled across you.

Luckily I did.

Beat the coyotes and the wolves.

Will you get me out of here?

I guess I could go have
a word with the sheriff,

see what I can do.

First you can to tell me

a little bit about the battle you was in?

Well we had the Yankees on the run.

That's for damned sure.

Hell, they didn't know whether
to scratch their watches

or wind their asses.
[Tom chuckles]

Where do you call home, soldier?

San Antone.

San Antonio. Woo-wee, you
is a long way from home.

Alright, I'll go see if I
can track down the sheriff

and see if we can get you out of here.

And if I can, I'll give you a coin

and you can hop a train to Vicksburg.

From there, you can catch a buckwagon

or a stagecoach on down to Texas.

- Much obliged.
- Yeah.

When you get there, you tell the men

if Jeff Davis wants to win this war,

he's gonna need more Texans.

Alright.

Sit tight.

[somber music]

[horse neighs]

[tavern piano music]

Give me two.

Here you go.

Morning, Huck.

What do you say there, Jim?

- I say whiskey.
- Rye?

- Bourbon.
- Spoken like a true Irishman.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- How's you?
- How's you?

A tall whiskey.

Here you go.

[sighs deeply]

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

So, you on leave?

I'm on leave from cutting dust.

I meant leave from the Army.

There ain't no Army for me no more.

Are you a cripple?

I ain't a cripple.

Took a couple of Yankee bullets,

busted my leg some years back.

[whistles] So are you
gonna let that stand?

Yankee bullets?

Them boys up north are just
doing what they were told.

It ain't nothing personal.

What the hell?

What the hell is wrong with people?

You just ain't got the stomach for it.

That's what it is.

Let me tell you, old Jeff
Davis and General Lee,

they're gonna need every
able bodied man they can get

if we're gonna pull them off this miracle.

God damn.

If you're so eager to fight,
take a rifle, head east.

You know I would,

except for I got these flat feet,

so they probably wouldn't even let me.

You know what? Don't, don't...

You believe this fella?

He's scared of battle.

I've got no quarrel with you, mister.

But if you think I'm going
to go back and get shot

so a plantation owner
can own more slaves...

Blasphemy. God damned blasphemy.

How dare you talk about
your homeland like that!

[dramatic music]

Skin it, or else I say we're done here.

Yeah?

Just take it easy, boys.

If you two want to kill one another,

kindly draw a line out in the street.

[coin clatters]

[door closes]

[piano player resumes]

Sorry, Huck.

This damned war's got everyone
on one side or the other.

Appears so.

Not to stoke the fire, but I heard

a man named Beauregard
stopped in here last night.

Sounds familiar.

It's Arliss Beauregard.

He took a room down at the inn.

He says that there are rumors
that Lee might surrender.

- Surrender?
- Yeah.

He says he's down here
recruiting soldiers from Texas.

He's probably looking for funding,

in case Lee bows out.

- Thanks for the heads up.
- You bet.

I'm gonna skin out and lay low.

- See you later.
- Alright, Huck.

[dramatic Western music]

Buenos noches. Como estas?

Buenos noches, mi amigo.
Estoy bien, gracias.

And I see your Spanish is improving.

Well, I'm trying.

I don't know how you Mexicans do it.

[Ramiro chuckles]

What can I get you?

One cerveza and a bourbon, please.

Clear off this table over here.

I am parched.

I am too.

Here you go.

One beer, and one bourbon.

Gracias, mi amigo.

Well howdy, Miss Marisol.
How are you doing today?

[Marisol] I am well.

Thank you for asking.

So, what brings you to San Antone?

Supplies for my ranch,
and medicine for the cows.

You can't get that
sort of thing in Laredo?

[patrons laughing]

[dramatic music]

Evening.

What's a fellow gotta do to get
a decent drink in this town?

What'll it be?

Bourbon, if you please.

Trust you found your
room to your liking?

Fine, thanks.

I'm gonna spend the day
looking for volunteers.

Where might a man looking
for soldiers to enlist

begin such a search in your fine town?

[Ramiro] Volunteers?

Why, yes.

Able bodied men looking
to fight the good fight

against the North.

I was not aware of any shortage.

If Lee surrenders,
we're all gonna be needing

to finance a war against the North.

In fact, I'm sweeping
through Texas right now

looking for young men that wish to enlist.

The South.

You know the South has always
been outgunned and outmanned.

Well, we might not be as
industrialized as the North,

but we have spirit.

I'm sorry, I must have missed your name.

Ramiro Garza. This
is my daughter Marisol.

Lovely to meet you.

Arliss Beauregard at your pleasure.

Finance an army, you say?

Should Lee tuck his tail and run.

Well, let's pray that
it don't come to that.

Well, my daughter and I
will be staying the night,

so let's meet back here tonight

and we'll discuss what you're
looking for in private.

Very well.

Say 10 o'clock?

Until then.

Until then.

Evening, sir.

My lady.

[coin clatters]

[sheep bleating]

Excuse me.

Evening.

Can you help me find these?

I can get that ready by tomorrow,

first thing in the morning.

Thank you.

That man in the bar,

who was he?

Oh. Something "Beauregard."

What'd he want?

He mentioned the war,
and looking for young men.

To enlist?

I think so.

He said something about
Lee and the war ending.

What about you?

What do you think of these
Americanos fighting a war?

Hard for me to believe you can use

the words "civil" and
"war" in the same sentence.

The real problem is sin.

Man is always trying to kill one another.

Have you ever heard of the
story of Cain and Able?

In the Bible.

We're a fallen people.

"Life, liberty,"

those words don't hold up much

unless you're willing to work for 'em.

Thomas Jefferson said that, yes?

Yeah, that's right. You're educated.

Of course.

I didn't mean to insult.

It's just you being a Mexican and all,

you sure know a lot about our history.

Those words, how can they not mean them

when American kill each other over them?

They just got a different
way of doing it, that's all.

The South's fortune is tied
up in slave labor, and,

well, they'd rather sacrifice

human lives for personal wealth.

But the North didn't invent slaves either.

The Hebrews in Egypt,
Los Indios, Espanoles,

no one's hands are clean.

You know your history, too.

Well, to move forward you've
got to understand the past.

I'll get that list to you the
first thing in the morning.

- Muchas gracias.
- De nada.

[sheep bleating]

What?

Well, gentlemen, the
rooster crows mighty early

this time of the year.

I'm gonna call it a night.

Evening, sir.

[Card Player] Welcome to San Antonio.

- Buenos noches, senor.
- Buenos noches.

He's too old.

Yep.

You know, those blue
belly sons of bitches,

all those damned Yankees
above the Mason-Dixon

have proven to be much more resilient

than we first had thought.

The South needs money, money and guns,

because if we're gonna
preserve our way of life,

it's gotta be a true
all-hands-on-deck approach

for the rest of the war.

So I take it that recruiting
is not going as planned?

Nobody wants to serve Lee.

Rumors swirling about him
waving the white flag,

supply lines diminishing.

Hell, who wants to be on
the losing end of a rifle?

Tell me. What is wrong
with an end to the war, huh?

Brother versus brother is
no way to live out conflict.

[pounds table]
[breathes deeply]

That's a curse on our Confederacy.

Forgive me. That was
unpleasant and uncalled for.

But my passion equals my resolve.

Then let's talk about
a return on investment.

Once we win the war with the North,

you will be greeted with
ten times your investment.

Gold, labor, taxes, you name it.

You're first money in, first money out.

And how much?

$1,000 a month until Christmas.

$1,000, and what makes you think

I have this kind of money?

Mr. Garza,

when a man like you comes to town,

it behooves someone like me

to do a little looking into his past.

I know all about the ranch in Laredo,

your sugar cane fields,

how profitable you have been

despite the uproars in Mexico.

I'm gonna give you until
morning to consider my proposal.

And if I reject?

That would be very
unwise of you, Mr. Garza.

I do not need until
morning to make my decision.

I will not be bullied
into joining your war.

You find another backer
who will help you spill

the blood of your brothers in the North.

That backer will not be me.

[laughs heartily] Evening.

Give me about a week, it'll be ready.

All right. Much obliged.

Thank you.

Marisol! Marisol!

Donde estas?

Have you seen my daughter, Marisol Garza?

We ain't seen anyone, mister.

Have you seen my
daughter, Marisol Garza?

She came by yesterday.

Dropped off a list of medicine.

Is she alright?

I went this morning and
she was not in the hotel.

What about the ladies' store?

I've looked everywhere.
No one has seen her.

You might need to check on that guy

that came through town yesterday,

the one who stayed at the hotel.

Arliss?

In my experience,

men like that come through
town for two reasons.

Which are?

Take a guess.

He approached me with a business offer

to finance his army.

He don't look like no general to me.

The only one I haven't asked is

the cantinero in the saloon.

Huck? He might shed some light on it.

I think you've had
enough there, old timer.

Move it on down the road.

Have you seen my
daughter, Marisol Garza?

No!

Senor Garza, is everything alright?

You look like you've seen a ghost.

- Marisol is missing.
- Missing?

No one has seen her this morning.

Where's that war empath that
crawled into town yesterday?

Major Beauregard.

The last I saw of him was

when I was locking up for the night.

Where?

He was walking into the hotel.

He rented a room there, same as you.

I didn't think nothing of it.

The hotel.

Don't give me that look, Huck.

[doors close]

[tense music]

Hey.

What'd this Beauregard
say when you told him

you wouldn't finance his war?

He did not say much.

He met your daughter?

He knows she's with you.

Si.

My money says that
son of a bitch took her

- with him when he left.
- What? Why?

- Ransom.
- Ransom?

Think about it.

She's nowhere to be found.

- Her things still in her room?
- Yes.

I bet that hotel says he
skinned out early this morning.

Di me.

- What can I do?
- Depends.

Stay here, wait.

Go to Mexico, hope he finds you.

No, I can pay someone

to hunt him down like a dog and kill him.

That's an option.

I'll need a posse, a bounty hunter.

That's no good, not in this town.

You've got to go to Lubbock
for that sort of thing.

You can do it.

Me? No.

My days are over.

No, I'll pay you 10,000 in gold.

Just bring Marisol home.

Think about it. You want
a ranch of your own?

Land? All of it.

I am a man of my word.

I can set you up for
the rest of your life.

Just bring me my daughter, and
you will see that I am true.

I can't. I'm sorry.

Good luck.

What's the matter with you?

Quick, give me a bourbon,

before I change my mind
and do something stupid.

It's a little early to
be drinking, even for you.

[exhales sharply]

Well, you know you're gonna
help that man find his daughter.

I can't.

I promised myself I wouldn't kill again.

Well, who says you've gotta kill?

Men like Beauregard
don't listen to reason.

All the more reason for you to stop him

before he hurts somebody else.

What if I can't find her?

Well, there's always the
livery over there for ya.

I came here to start
again, live a peaceful life.

Well, you know what they say
about people who start again?

It's a good thing.

Kind of scary when you find out

what you're really made of in the process.

[dramatic music]

[bell tolling]

[holster rattling]

I'll do it.

10,000, not a penny less.

Of course. I am a man of my word.

I'm gonna go to my ranch,
pack some belongings.

And I'll be on the trail at first light.

I'll do everything in my
power to bring her back.

Please. Just bring my mijita back to me.

I won't kill Arliss
without a good reason.

If he touches one hair on her head...

That's a good reason.

I can have my vaqueros ride with you.

No. No, it's best I go alone.

Besides, I don't know
how long I might be gone.

Then find me before you ride

and I will give you
half the gold up front.

Just bring me my daughter.

[adventurous music]

You'll never get away with this.

Is that right?

My father will send his vaqueros for me,

and when they find you...

"When." "When" is key
word in your sentence.

What are you going to do with me?

Right now?

Nothing.

But you see this?

This here is a ransom note

that's gonna be delivered
to your father demanding

$10,000 in exchange for your
safe return back to Mexico.

Your war money.

With that kind of money,

we can fund the army through the New Year,

should Lee roll over and die.

My father is many
things, loyal, wealthy.

A fool is not one of them.

Well neither am I.

With that kind of money, I
could promote myself to general,

take command of my own private army.

[chuckles] Hell, your
father couldn't touch me

with a copper cannonball,
even if he tried.

[Marisol spits]

Shame, really.

[intrepid Western music]

[lively tavern music]

[drunkard laughing]

Hey, Mister, you want
a drink or something?

I'll have a whiskey.

You're new in town, ain't you?

How can you tell?

It's pretty obvious.

I don't get nothing but regulars
walking in and out of here,

let alone an ex-soldier like yourself.

Soldier?

Obvious. Y'all carry
it in your shoulders.

The reason I'm in
town is I'm looking for

a fellow that goes by Arliss Beauregard.

He says he's a major,
but I have my doubts.

He might've come through
on a recruiting trip.

Recruiting?

Yeah. For Confederate men
looking to join the cause?

What cause would that be, sugar?

A senseless one.

Well, what's this
Arliss feller look like?

Not like a soldier.

Looks like he's been counting
money his whole life.

- Got a girl with him.
- Wife?

Hostage, a Mexican. That's
why I'm looking for him.

Well, like I said,

I don't get nothing but regulars
coming in and out of here.

Thanks for the drink.

[coin clatters]
Ma'am.

[drunkard laughing]

Hey, mister.

About that man you're looking for...

What about him?

Is there a reward or
a bounty or something?

Perhaps.

Well, meet me out back,

- at dark.
- At dark.

[peaceful music]

Your man came through
here a few days ago.

Why did you lie to me in the bar?

Small town and lots of
ears in that old place.

Fair enough. So?

Like I said, he came through here,

Mexican gal with him.

He bought a bottle of rye.

Got a big old room at the hotel up yonder.

He asked about a couple of whores, too.

Which I thought was mighty strange

being he had that pretty
young lady with him already.

I guess he doesn't want the trouble

that comes with touching a woman
who don't wanna be touched,

especially with her father
being who he is and all.

What? Is she some kind of
Mexican royalty or something?

More or less.

What's this for?

Did they say where they were going?

Son of a bitch.

[tranquil music]

- Evening.
- No vacancies.

I ain't looking for a
room. I'm looking for a man.

Goes by the name of Beauregard,
have you heard of him?

Well, I can't give out that information.

What about now?

[coin clatters]

Arliss Beauregard,
checked out two days ago.

Alone?

[sighs] Well, it doesn't
say, but I seem to remember

he had several lady friends with him.

Any of them Mexican?

Well, perhaps. Don't really recall.

Make any mention of where he was going?

Well, now that you mention it,

I did overhear him talking
to the hotel barkeep

- about Jackson.
- Mississippi?

Yep. That's the one.

He even had us telegram a
letter for him before he left.

A letter, huh?

Oh yeah. First class.

Not to Jackson, though. San Antonio.

Said he had some business down there.

Did you see what was on
that letter by any chance?

Nope.

How about now?

[intrepid Western music]

Afternoon.

- How are you?
- Doing well.

I'm looking for an Arliss Beauregard.

Do you know where I can find him?

Right that way.

- Much obliged.
- Have a good evening.

[door creaking]

May I help you?

You're a long way from Texas, Major.

Excuse me?

It's over. Where is she?

And you are?

It doesn't matter who I am.

I'm here for the girl.

Don't tell me that Mister Garza paid you

to come all the way here to
save his previous little nina.

It's more noble that
what you're doing here.

Is that right?

I'm taking Marisol Garza back to Texas.

[Beauregard laughs]

I might just have
something to say about that.

You see, Marisol is my fiance.

We are to be married in the fall.

I ain't here to argue with you, Major.

And I ain't asking.

We're getting her together.

There's no need to. She's right outside.

Marisol, darling, come in here.

Come here, darling.

This man's got some kind of crazy idea

that you're here being
held against your will.

I informed him that we are
gonna be married in September.

And then I got to thinking,

maybe we should extend him an invite.

What do you say?

Whatever you say, my love.

Marisol, your father sent me.

Oh! Did he get the telegram?

He's gonna make one
hell of a father-in-law.

Don't you think, Marisol?

What telegram are you talking about?

Why the ransom note.

I knew that he would be more than happy

to financially support
our struggle for liberty.

You blackmailed him, in
exchange for his own daughter.

I gave him every chance
to support this cause.

He chose to turn his back on me

and the freedom of every
man south of the Dixon.

Now he was either too stupid
not to see what was coming

or he was too blind not to see

what was going on right under his nose.

I'm curious. What did he
offer you to come get her?

Everything you asked for.

All of it.

He ain't paying you a red
cent, you son of a bitch.

Hey! Where'd you go?

This is how it's going
to work, journeyman!

You're either going to ride back to Texas

and tell her father you
couldn't find his little girl,

or I'm gonna put a bullet
in the side of her skull.

Now, what's it going to be?

Alright!

Don't shoot the girl!

I'm coming out.

- What's your answer?
- I repeat,

do not shoot the girl!

That's what I thought, yeah.

Now, I'm gonna give you three seconds

to get on your horse and
ride the hell out of here,

or Marisol's gonna die.

[both grunt]

[Beauregard groaning]

Hey, Tully.

How could you betray the South?

How could you betray the Confederacy?

$10,000 and a bullet cuts a lot of ties.

Let's go.

[dramatic music]

[Marisol sobbing]

- Hey. Are you okay?
- Yes.

It's alright, he's gone.

No one's gonna hurt you.

Don't worry, no one's going to hurt you.

You're going home.

Alright? You're going home.

How long is the ride back home?

About a week.

No one's gonna hurt you.

Does my father know I'm still alive?

I don't really know what he knows.

I haven't been back in eight months.

They got those in Laredo?

[Marisol chuckles]

I take it you haven't been to Laredo.

Once, a long time ago.

I went out west to fight.

I was with the volunteers in Missouri.

By the time we got to
San Antone, it was 1842.

700 of us on the way to Mier.

Somervell had had it with the raids.

We took Laredo,

Guererro not long after that.

Two days before Christmas,
well that same 700,

we all went across the Rio Grande.

What we didn't know,

there was 1,000 Mexicans waiting for us.

We were outnumbered.

Still ended up killing 600.

Left another 200 for dead.

The day after Christmas,
the Mexicans surrendered.

I never seen so much blood or fear.

Some of us had made it back over

with the skin on our backs.

The Mexicans caught the rest.

Executed one for every ten.

When the war was over, well,
I was gonna live in Texas.

I signed up for Lee's army
and went and fought the North.

Worst mistake of my life.

Why?

No one wins a war.

Poor people die,

and the rich get richer.

I saw it the same in Mexico
as I did in Virginia.

I just thought I could make a difference.

- Did you?
- A difference?

Hell no.

I am thankful you came for me.

It wasn't an easy choice,

but it was the right one.

Time to get some shut eye.

We've got a long trip.

[dramatic music]

[coyote howling]

Marisol! Mari. [laughs]

Oye. Are you okay?

I'm fine.

[Marisol sighs]
[Ramiro laughs]

Oye.

I was worried sick.

I never heard back from you
after he sent the telegram,

and I thought for sure you were be dead.

I told you that I didn't
know how long it was gonna be.

And Beauregard?

Bueno. A deal is a deal.

Please, come inside.

Let's share a drink and celebrate.

Thank you, but it's been a long trip.

Of course. I'll stop by in
the morning with your payment.

[coyote howling]

[door opens]

Ah, I thought you would be sleeping.

Not much sleep these days.

Ah, me either.

Look, I just wanted to stop by
before I head back to Laredo.

I cannot thank you enough
for what you have done.

Marisol told me what had happened.

I'm just happy to be home.

Thanks for the bounty.

It is not a bounty.

Excuse me?

It is not a bounty
or a payment for a job.

It is a wedding present.

I don't want to marry your daughter.

Ah, but she wants to marry you.

Look, make it easy for her.

A man should ask for a
woman's hand in marriage,

not the other way around.

What about Mexico?

[chuckles] Mexico. She is in love.

Who am I to stop her?

I ain't never been married before.

It will not be easy,
but I have faith in you.

[Marisol] Sorry. I did
not mean to scare you.

- Your father was...
- My answer is yes.

I overheard you talking about the wedding.

I ain't the right guy.

How do you know that?

What if it doesn't work?

Then it doesn't work.

Then it's settled.

Yes. [giggles]

This gold isn't safe here, okay?

Okay.

I'm gonna take it to the bank.

I will go with you.

No, no, no, no. You stay here.

You stay here and wait for me.

- Okay.
- I'll be back.

Hey, there. I wanna talk to you.

Now what you got in that there bag?

None of your business
what's in this bag.

Yeah, it is.

It become my business in Jackson.

What do you think, Waylon?

Well, I do think we
ought to have a look-see.

Now, don't make us have
to go visit the girl,

cooperative as she is known to be.

Yeah. Wasn't that Arliss's woman?

I believe there was gonna be a marriage

as a matter of fact.

- Bullshit. [grunts]
- Bullshit?

Convince a Texas judge otherwise,

especially with two eye-witness soldiers.

I believe that there is gold.

- Oh, no shit?
- A lot of it, too.

Well, hell, it looks
like we might've hit

the jackpot with this one, Tully.

I believe so.

Take the gold and leave town.

Are you trying to give orders now, boy?

The man we take orders
from is dead because of you.

We tracked you all the way into Texas.

This is gonna be your penance.

[Jim groans]

[Jim grunting]

We oughta make it quick,
before someone sees us.

Nah, let's make him remember that.

[Jim grunting]
[groaning]

Come on. Let's get outta here.

[dramatic music]

[calm music]

How was your day?

Same.

Did you get the corral repaired?

Yep.

And?

- And what?
- That's it?

That's it? It's a god-damned fence.

Alright? It was broken and now it's fixed.

You don't have to be an asshole.

Every day, we talk about the fence.

Every day.

Now it's fixed, so I
want you to be satisfied.

Now look, don't take this out on me.

I'm not the one who
lost the gold, you did.

We need to make a life without it.

Have I never complained?

You don't have to.

Oh really?

I see the way you look at me.

- And how is that?
- Ashamed.

How many times has my
father offered us help?

I don't want his money.

Not just his money,
but moving to Laredo?

A Texan living in
Mexico? No way in hell.

- What do you want from me?
- I want the man I married,

not the man you are now.

I don't want him. Where
is James Orville Bain?

That's the man I want.

I hate it when you use that name.

Yeah, it was your grandfather's name.

- You should be proud.
- I am proud!

That's exactly why I
hate it that you stayed!

You'd rather have me leave.

I didn't mean what I said.

[sighs] I don't want you to go anywhere.

This life I imagined
when I set out after you,

it's not what's happened.

I wanted something more.

Honey, you're wrong.

I married you, James Orville Bain,

and I love you to this day.

You aren't just some man who
shovels out horse stalls.

I don't know if I can
find that other man.

Well, we can try together.

We can find him, the two of us.

[melancholic music]

Now, here's a good thing.

I don't know, Waylon. I don't know.

But if I was a betting man,

which I am,

we're gonna have all of our luck up here,

uphill, in the north track.

That old man ain't ever gonna sell.

Family land.

Oh, we just haven't made
him the right offer yet.

And what would that be?

What was the last offer?

Well, I've got my notes.

Let's see.

Yep.

- $200.
- $200.

- Cash in hand.
- Make it three $300.

Tell him we can start drilling next month.

A month advance on top, that's 600 total.

- $600?
- Yeah.

You sure about that?

If he don't sell for
that, he's a damned fool.

Do you want the tract or not, Waylon?

You've gotta spend money to make money.

I guess that makes sense.

And that reminds me,
too, there's a racehorse

I want to look at just outside of Austin.

- That's in Texas.
- Why?

- You wanna go back to Texas?
- Yeah.

Well, what about the
fellow we damn near killed?

"Damn near killed?" I
believe he bellied up, Waylon.

I've seen tougher men die
from less, so have you.

Well, how do you know he's dead?

You know how I know he's dead?

'Cause I can't for the life of me remember

what he looks like.

And that's just how.

That happens every time.

You know, when they're
gone they're just gone.

But what I do remember clear as the day is

that sweet seniorita he had with him.

Remember her? [chuckles]

She was awfully pretty.

Yeah, I wouldn't mind
bumping into her again.

Alright. Well...

[bell tolls]
When do you wanna go?

I say we settle up the
tract with the old man

and catch a train down to Austin

and ride the rest of the way.

You know, it's been awhile

since I took a horse on a nice long ride.

I got it.

[dramatic music]

[sighs] How are you
and the lady holding up?

Why do you ask?

Just making conversation.

No you ain't.

She said something, didn't she?

Well, she came through here

a couple of days ago, looking for you.

Kind of sounded like
the honeymoon was over.

Yeah, for a very long time.

Well, maybe that
racehorse coming into town

will cheer you up.

[Jim] What racehorse?

[Huck] You haven't heard?

Tully and Waylon Ford?

What? You know those two men?

Oilmen from Mississippi?

- I'll be damned. It's them.
- Who?

Those two sons of bitches
that jumped me five years back.

Are you sure?

I'll never forget their faces.

They're coming through San Antone?

- Here, look at that.
- Let me see.

Yeah. It says their horse
won first place last year.

And they're taking the horse on tour.

Says they're looking to sell
some of their stock too.

I've got to convince them
to meet me here, alone.

- Jim...
- Hey, hey.

Somehow I'll do it.

I'll get 'em alone, tell 'em
I'm here to buy that horse.

Let me get my gold back,

put those sons of bitches in the dirt.

[Huck chuckles]

You think they've got that gold on them?

They just travel the country

with a pot of gold on their hip?

- Do you Irish...
- Hey.

You said it yourself, "oilmen."

Well I don't know so much about that.

Alright. Somehow we'll
get 'em to the bar.

I don't know how yet, but I'm gonna do it,

convince 'em I'm here to buy that horse.

You think somebody's
really going to sell

a first place racehorse?

If that offer is big enough,
they sure as shit will.

- Why here?
- Hey, people here know me,

know what I've been through.

This is my chance to set things straight,

get my life back.

- What about Marisol?
- What about her?

She'll cut my man-parts off

if she finds out I had
anything to do with this.

Huck, you can help me with this or not.

Now, that's what I thought.

[cocks pistol]

Christ, Waylon.

[Waylon] What? Did I scare you, brother?

I think I had a god damned heart attack.

What've you got for me today to do?

- Central Union gram.
- What's it say?

Well, apparently some old
boy down in Texas wants to buy

- one of our horses.
- How much?

You're gonna like this.

- $1,000.
- Oh, no shit.

That's all I need to know.

Heard about your good fortune
in the San Antonio Express.

I told you they'd be reading
our names in the paper.

Congratulations to you.

I, too, am a horse breeder,

though I have not had the good
fortune you have experienced.

I will be in San Antonio for
several more days on business.

I'd much like to purchase
some stock from you.

I was so...

It's "impressed."

Yeah, I know what it says, Waylon.

"impressed with your horse
and the story I read of,

we wanted to buy your stock sight unseen."

Well, you hear that? "Sight unseen."

For a horse breeder,
that's not too bright.

Well, I reckon we know a thing or two

about making money off of Texans,

and we're going to San Antonio
for just a couple of days.

Set it up. Let's do it.

$1,000, we could us buy
two horses for that.

Consider it done.

[upbeat Western music]

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

When your name is Ford

and you own the finest racehorse in Texas,

it's always a fine day.

Racing man, huh?

Yes, sir. I breed 'em.

Finest stock this side of Kentucky.

Just proved that a couple of days ago.

This spring we're gonna
race her in the Saratoga,

and the whole world's gonna
know how great my stock is.

Our stock.

Well, that calls for
a drink on the house.

That's mighty fine of you.

- Bourbon?
- Bourbon.

Whew.

To the Confederacy.

And all those hard-nosed
Southern sons of bitches

who never buckled under.

- Hear, hear.
- To the South.

[exhales sharply] Mm.

I'll have another.

Yes, sir.

Tastes like home. [chuckling]

Gentlemen.

[Tully grunts]

Well, color me purple.

You're Tubby Ford.

Tully.

And you're Waylon Ford?

You two own the Southern
Oil and Gas Company?

That's right.

Racehorses and oil fields,

the best two vices on God's green earth.

What brings two famous types
like you to this shit hole?

Well, we were invited to your fair town.

There's a horse breeder
who wants to purchase

- some of my stock.
- Our stock.

Of course, Waylon, our stock.

And we're to meet him right
here in your fine saloon.

- Redbone?
- That's right.

My pride and joy, you must have
read about him in the paper.

- Indeed.
- Mm.

I've also hear that horse traders are

some of the most low-life sons of bitches

known to walk the face of the earth.

Yeah? Who would say something like that?

Well, they come through
here from time to time.

I don't see many smiling faces.

- I can tell you that.
- Hmm.

Let me tell you something, barman.

This is not a poor man's game.

Not many folks can afford this business,

and if you can't run with the big dogs,

stay under the porch.

This fellow knows what I have for sale.

We'll be walking outta
here with one less horse

and a whole lot more money.

Well, where's your buyer?

Well, that I do not know.

But you know what?

As long as you've got
more of this fine bourbon,

I reckon he can just take his sweet time.

Come on, Waylon.

- I don't understand.
- Which part?

You think this will get your gold back?

If it goes as planned, yes.

Huck's gonna let me know
when they're good and drunk.

And then what?

It's best if you don't know.

I don't want you involved in it.

I'm already involved.

I don't want you anywhere near me

- when that shooting starts.
- Shooting?

I'm posing as a businessman
looking to buy racing stock.

He's gonna meet me.

I'm gonna confront him about the money.

It's either that or I kill them.

Kill them? Oh!

They took everything from us.

Don't you understand that?

I don't think this is a good idea.

You wanted to find Jim Orville Bain?

This is how we do it.

This is not what I had in mind,

dios mio, to be a widow at 40 years old.

When I rescued you in
Jackson, that was Jim.

You have to trust me.

This is the only way.

No, Jim. We could run away to Mexico.

My father would give
us a house to live in.

You would have a lifetime job.

You could take over the ranch someday.

We could talk to him.

If I go to Mexico, I'm dead already.

You know that.

You gotta trust me.

This is the only way.

You just promise me
you'll stay right here.

Okay, I promise.

But you come back to me.

I promise.

I promise.

[Marisol sighs]

[intrepid Western music]

Yeah.

Barman! Another bottle, if you please.

None of that rot-your-guts coffin varnish.

I want more of that
bourbon, if you don't mind.

- Coming right up.
- Yeah.

Well...

If you two don't plan
on draining that bottle,

I don't mind a little rum brave,

but I got no room for stupid drunks.

[Tully laughs]

You know what we need?

- We need whores.
- Yeah.

You got any whores?

[Huck] No, I'm afraid we don't provide

that type of service around here anymore.

[scoffs] What the hell kind
of place you run around here?

You ain't got no whores?

[Huck] Just alcohol and cigars.

It's family establishment.
[both laughing]

Barman, do you mind giving
us a little bit of privacy?

I ain't even seen a
woman around here all day.

No.

No whores...

Howdy. Could I get a beer? [sighs]

- There you go.
- Much obliged.

[Tully] Hey, big fella?

Yeah, why don't you come over here?

I wanna talk to you.

- Me?
- Yeah. Come on.

Sit.

- You've got yourself a drink?
- Yes, sir.

Alright, what's your name, big man?

Bud Rogers.

- Bud Rogers.
- Yes, sir.

Waylon and Tully.

Were you ever in the army, Bud?

No, sir. I'm a farmer.

- Farmer?
- Yes, sir.

We're farmers, too. What's your crop?

- Corn, mostly.
- Ah, it don't matter.

Do you got any reason to believe

there might be oil underneath that crop?

- No, sir.
- No?

Boy, you could be shitting in high cotton

and not even know it.

My brother here could make
you a very, very rich man.

That's right.

- Go on.
- Sir?

He don't know what oil is, I reckon.

You know, it's neither here nor there.

I want to put some money
in your pocket tonight.

How's that sound?

What do y'all want me to do?

Yeah. Here's the deal.

We're gonna go on a business transaction

here with a complete stranger,

and let's just say that
the stakes are high.

Now what I want you to do

is stand behind my brother Waylon here.

You know, with a pistol.

Why would I do that?

Because you look mean.

Do you want to earn a
little money tonight or not?

Maybe, yeah.

Yeah, this is, this is fine.

I'm too drunk for this.

I'm drunk as a fool now.

And you're stout as a mule. You know?

What I want you to do

is to stand behind Waylon
here with a pistol.

Now, if everything goes well,

we're gonna walk out of here
richer than what we came in.

We're gonna sell this dumb old horse.

Of course, if it doesn't go well,

I'm gonna shoot some asshole,

take the next train to Waco, I reckon.

Either way, you'll make
$50 just to sit there

all stupid with a pistol in your hand now.

- Alright. Sounds good.
- Yeah. Yeah.

- Good man.
- No big deal.

- Yes, sir.
- We do this all the time.

Ain't nothing gonna happen. [chuckling]

More than likely, he's legit.

You just gotta be extra
cautious in this odd world.

There's a lot of crooks out there.

[Jim] No honor among thieves.

Exactly! Who said that?

[dramatic music]

Now, who might you be?

- Just a man.
- "Just a man."

Just a man looking for a horse.

Oh, you sent the letter!

Come on over here, boy.

Been waiting on you.

Get yourself a drink.

No, thank you.

Well, why don't you come a little closer

where we can get a look at you?

You bring the horse?

The letter said "sight unseen."

No horse, no deal.

Now, now, now, now wait a minute.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Now look, mister, I don't
even know what to call you,

- first of all.
- Bain.

- Bain?
- James Orville Bain.

Okay, Jim Orville Bain. Some name.

You don't remember me, do you?

[intrepid Western music]

- Tully?
- Huh?

That's the old boy we robbed.

Shut up, Waylon.

This place serves the strongest shit

this side of Mississippi.

I believe I'm seeing a ghost.

No ghost.

You robbed me outside that bank,

a saddle full of Mexican gold.

Mexican gold, huh?

[guns cocking]

God damn it!

Why don't you tell me what it
is that you want, Jim Bain?

I want that gold you stole
from you, you son of a bitch.

Major Arliss Beauregard's
gold that you stole?

You killed him.

I was just doing the Lord's work.

Beauregard is rotting in the
pits of hell right now, boy.

And you're about to join him.

You're a god danged traitor, Bain.

See, we needed men like you
to help fight for the cause.

You tucked tail and ran like
a bitch with a skinned knee.

Waylon, the younger, weaker brother.

There always is one, right?

That war was over before it started,

you stupid son of a bitch.

It just took you hillbillies
about four years too late

to figure it out, that's all.

Why you piece of shit.

No!
[Waylon groaning]

You shot Waylon, you son of a bitch!

Easy there, oilman, or you'll be next.

Damn it! He shot me in the leg!

[Waylon groaning]

If you don't get help right now,

he'll bleed out and that's on your hands.

I guarantee he won't be lonely.

You'll burn for this, Jim Bain.

Maybe, maybe not.

My company will send men for you.

They will kill you.

They'll kill all of you,

and anyone in 50 miles who looks like you,

and burn their god damned house down

With the wife and the kids
and the family dog inside.

Before they kick you off a high tree,

you'll get to watch them take turns

with that sweet Mexican wife of yours,

over and over and over.

Yeah, ain't like we
haven't already had a taste.

No!

Waylon...

$10,000?

Plus interest, 1,000 a year.

I don't have your gold, Jim Bain.

All I've got for you is lead,
and I'm feeling generous.

You want to finish this?

We do it in the street, like men.

Let's do it.

[breathes deeply]

[suspenseful music]

Why don't you call off your dogs?

Make this a fair fight.

[Jim whistles]

Guess this ain't your day.

[laughs] How embarrassing,
you all dead in the street,

and me going to have my way

with that fiery little Mexican
bitch you were so fond of.

[fires shot]
[cocks rifle]

Speak of the devil.

[Marisol] Hands up.

Now easy there, precious.

Don't do nothing foolish.

Lord have mercy.

You know how to handle that big old gun?

Don't worry about me.

You worry about yourself.

You're the one with it pointed at you.

Now, let's be reasonable.

We all came here to make a deal, right?

So let's make one. What do you say?

- Deal?
- I'm a businessman.

I'm sure we can find us a way

that everybody walks out of
this mess alive, except him.

Your husband killed my brother.

Meeting his end was his own fault.

I dare you to find a Texas
judge that'll say otherwise.

My husband didn't call
you here to make a deal.

He came here to kill you.

But he didn't.

You have $10,000 of Mexican
gold that belongs to him.

He's gone, it should come to me.

Is that right? Bless your heart.

Okay. Don't get your
peppers in a wad, seniorita.

Now my bank is a right
far piece from here.

I'm afraid you will
have to accept a check.

Cash.

- Cash?
- Plus interest.

[sniffs] What the hell
do you know about interest?

[fires shot]
[cocks rifle]

Okay, interest, what do you think is fair?

An extra $5,000.

$5,000 seems a bit steep.

$10,000, and I bury you without a head.

The extra five, I leave it where it is.

Same goes for the man inside. Your choice.

The former Mrs. Bain
drives a hell of a bargain.

[dramatic music]

That's why I stopped arguing with her.

Checkbook, get it out.

Marisol, take it.

What are you doing?

You win, Jim Bain. You win.

Just get me the hell out of
Texas so I can bury my brother.

At least give me that.

I'm just doing the Lord's work.

[cocks hammer]
[fires pistol]

Oh God. You're hurt real bad.

Bud, run out for a doctor. Oh...

The check. Where the check?

It's right here. Don't worry.

Don't worry about that, okay?

Just stay with me.

Be still. Stay with me.

Take his hand,

take his hand and sign it.

- Okay.
- Make him sign his name.

Okay.

I want you to cash that
before you go to Mexico.

Jim, you're scaring me.

Don't talk like that.
Don't talk like that.

You're going to be
okay. Just stay with me.

- Where are you?
- Stay with me.

Jim? Jim? [sobbing]

God damn, you're beautiful.

You're so beautiful.

Jim, stay. [sobbing] Jim...

Jim!

Jim?

Jim!

[somber music]

Good morning.

Well, I'm just stopping by to see you.

You look lovely today.

Thank you.

I sure am going to miss
your smiling face around here.

You're always kind, always a friend.

Is there anything I can
do to convince you to stay?

No. Mexico is my new home.

Maybe some day you can pay us a visit.

Well, you tell Ramiro I
said "hello," would you?

I will.

Are you ready?

[peaceful music]
[Jim sighs]

I think so.

I'll give you a moment.

So how's the arm?

Hurts like hell.

The Mexican air ought
to do it some good.

I always pictured old Jim Bain dressed in

one of those Mexican farmer suits.

That'll be the day.

[chuckles] That'll be something.

Thank you for everything.

You take care of that
woman. You hear me?

If you ever decide to
donate any of that $15,000,

I know an old, worn-out saloon
that could use some help.

[train whistle tooting]

Huck, check the register.

[peaceful music]

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