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You want
me to set you free.

You don't get freedom for free.

It has to be
gloriously conquered.

Now, what've you
done to conquer it?

My family, please.

Now you're suddenly
worried about your family?

When we rode up, instead
of protecting your wife

and daughter, you
fled like a rat.

Please, please, please.

The state
calls its own violence law,

but that of the
individual it calls crime.

So let it be so.

Do I kill her?

No, save the bullet.

She's already dead.

Oh, yes.

Hey, kid.

Hey, Colonel,
there's another one.

Now
you know my name.

Sorry, kid.

Kill me, get it over with.

Kill you?

No, nobody is going to kill you.

God damn, you'll get
nowhere shootin' like that.

I hate guns, and I
don't plan to need one.

You're going out west, son.

Out there they shoot
first and dream later.

I've been saving the
best part for the end.

Give it to me.

So you're set on goin' there.

Yeah, next week.

I'll find me the best spot
there is and build a ranch.

My own ranch with
my name on the deed.

I'll get married, have kids,

and they'll help
me work the land.

Well, I hate to
spoil your dream, son,

but it don't sound real to me

divvying up the land all
nice and fair and square.

Too many wolves loose out
there for that to happened.

Yeah?

So why does everybody
wanna go there?

'Cause everybody
is just stupid.

Come east with me, son,
and I'll help set you up.

We'll do great things together.

There is nothing for me there.

My mind is made up, old man.

So that's where you hid it?

I keep it in a different
place every week.

And I've never find it, right?

You wouldn't have found it
even if it was in the middle

of the table there.

What are you trying to say?

That you're still wet
behind the ears, son.

This is a
real good hideout.

Mestiza, you have
been keeping an iron face.

The stagecoach
carrying the gold

should arrive next.

I'm really getting
bored of the stagecoaches.

Oh sweet Mary, mother of God.

What a dreadful journey.

Hey, it's fixed.

Ladies, let's go.

Let's go!

Ah.

Oh, oh shit!

Let's go!

Come on boy.

You ain't ready for me yet, boy.

You're just a
cheater, old man.

How're
you old boys doing?

You are a cheater.

Well, we made it.

We thought you weren't coming.

Damn mud.

A stretch of the
road was flooded out.

We had to head back about
10 miles in the rain.

God, I
could use a drink.

Bringing more
people every day, huh?

You've got too many horses.

Yeah, that railroad
is gonna be the end of us.

When is the next
stagecoach coming?

Depends, where you headed?

Oregon.

Last coach for Oregon
left over 10 hours ago.

What you got in there,
your embroidery?

No, a loved one, now deceased.

Well, that's the shortest
loved one now deceased

that I've ever come across.

So you don't know when
the next stagecoach arrives?

Well now, miss, I'd like to
answer that question for you,

but I can't.

We have a very
important appointment.

We can't be late.

Oh, well I've been
working here 15 years now,

and a stagecoach has
never been on time.

I knew we would never
get there on time.

Anne.

Can you help with the trunk?

Come on, old man.

Okay, you listen, Miss Liz.

Now Ernie and Chris are
about the finest folk

you're gonna find for
this part of the world.

You best consider
yourself lucky, alright?

Do we seem concerned?

Let's go.

You treat them better
than your underwear.

These papers are
worth a fortune.

Father knew what he was
doing when he bought

lands in Oregon.

When we sell them,
we'll be rich.

You ladies
need anything?

We'd certainly
like to take a bath.

This ain't no hotel.

We don't have a bathroom.

Don't you wash?

We use water from the well.

There's a river about
half a mile from here

where you can bathe.

I'd be happy to take you
there if you want to.

Thank you.

Oh my.

Women.

Don't even look at her.

The river is
straight up ahead.

You'll see.

Someone just died, huh?

Obviously.

Our father...

Anne.

I'm sorry, my condolences.

Apology accepted.

By the way, I'm Anne,
and this is my sister, Liz.

Nice to meet you.

You're headed west, right?

I'm heading west too.

I'm gonna settle there.

Maybe you can hitch a
ride in our stagecoach,

if it ever gets here.

You sure you can
find the way back?

I'm sure we can, don't worry.

Thank you.

Thanks, Chris.

No problem, Anne.

Maybe we'll see
each other in Oregon.

Where you all from, gentlemen?

The seventh, a
legendary regiment.

Never mind about the girl.

The poor thing, she can't talk.

They cut her tongue out.

The bastards who did that
to you, child, were cowards.

Well, my men need to rest,
and they're hungry too.

Is there any food here?

Sure, there's
plenty for everyone.

Well, you don't need
to worry about the girl.

I fed her already.

Shut up, Cuba.

Where's the rest
of your men, Colonel?

Dead, all dead.

Luck wasn't on their side.

I guess it ain't
on my side either.

Well, you're right
about that one.

This isn't your lucky day.

Cuba, please.

Shit!

Hey, Cuba.

I'll just be on my way.

It's too small.

Give me that.

You deal with the boy.

I'll deal with the horses.

Are you sure we're
gonna get all that money?

A lot of people would
kill for that land.

Why didn't father
wanna be buried?

Well, he always was a
man ahead of his time.

He was one of the first
Americans to be cremated,

and he said all
the time, he said:

I'll be ashes.

Not food for the worms.

He was different.

Very different.

Not many fathers would teach
their daughters to shoot,

but he did.

Yeah, we were lucky.

But they say that
when you're cremated,

you go straight to hell.

Don't be stupid.

Father didn't believe in that,
and you shouldn't either.

Yeah.

Come on, get dressed.

That's...

His thing.

Lord in heaven.

Hey, Colonel!

You get the horses.

I'll try to get the papers.

Catch 'em.

Look over there.

Catch them, Red.

Alright, I found you.

Game's over, I got one of ya!

Come out of there!

Come out of there or
I'll slit her throat!

Ha!

In the name of God, why?

Why?

War is a tough thing, old
man, and it makes men crazy.

Why?

Well, hello ladies.

Don't you worry about us.

We're only here to provide
a little entertainment.

After all, there's
nothing for miles around.

Cuba, come on, be nice and
say hello to the ladies.

Ladies.

That's enough.

Come on, inside.

Bad, bad, bad boy.

Looks like you've
got a full house.

What do you want,
you son of a bitch?

The stuff people
used to worship God.

Gold, when's it coming?

We don't know, it never
tells when it's coming.

Now why do you bother to
defend what's not yours, hm?

I know a stagecoach comes
here and stops loaded with it.

So when is it coming?

Is it today or tomorrow?

We never know when it's
comin' or when it's goin'.

No, I don't believe you.

No.

Hey, don't pull the
trigger yet, Cuba.

I wouldn't do that.

Now only shoot when you have to.

And you, are you gonna beg?

Now the state calls
its own violence law,

but that of the
individual crime.

So let it be so.

Enjoy the trip, you old fool.

Wake up boy.

Come on.

Hey!

Stop it!

If all goes well,
I will be merciful.

I'm not a criminal.

I only want what's mine
and to uphold the law.

My law.

Gold's in the stagecoach.

The driver knows us, and
they'll ask for Ernest.

If they suspect
something ain't right,

they'll either leave
or start shooting.

Then you will die.

Guards are better
than the federals.

Way better than the rangers.

Believe me, they're
not as good as you think.

How about some food?

You must be really
hungry by now, hm?

Sometime ago, in Nebraska,
we were robbing a bank.

Everything was going well
until this fellow started

to get nervous.

He kept repeating
this over and over:

They're gonna catch you.

They're gonna catch you.

They're gonna catch you.

So I just took my revolver

and smashed his face
with the butt of it.

I shouldn't have done it,
because then he started

bleeding and choking
on his own teeth.

It was really disgusting.

He was coughing and spitting
blood all over the place.

Well, this woman started
crying, so I tried to explain

to her that that
wasn't our intention,

but at the same time this
other lady started crying

and wakes up her baby.

And that baby started
wailing uncontrollably.

I tell you, that baby's
cry hammered in my head

as if a goddam cicada
had gotten inside my ear.

Everybody was
screaming, everyone.

It was a domino effect.

One would start screaming,
and the next one would scream

even louder, and so on until
all of them were screaming.

And then I found it, silence.

And then,

then they were all dead.

They were just there, lying on
the floor all of them, dead.

I had no choice but to put an
end to that infernal concert.

I tell you all of this
because I wouldn't like

any of that to happen to you,

especially being such fine
young ladies as you are.

Right, friend?

I'm not your friend,
you dirty son of a whore.

Hey Cuba, make coffee.

Yeah, a lot of coffee.

It's gonna be a long night.

We'll have so stay calm.

I hate that pig.

Shh, wait.

♪ Pain makes you forget,
forget you're alive

♪ 'Cause the pain
will not leave you

♪ Now to feel your life

♪ With much real death
and with much real pain

♪ 'Cause we are just not
weak, but we're human again

♪ Sometimes the pain makes
you feel you must fight

♪ Sometimes the pain makes
you feel you're strong

♪ You might fear death
and you might fear pain

♪ 'Cause we are just not
weak, but human again

Three, five,
six, seven, eight, nine.

Hey, trooper, you
don't talk much do you?

So what's a lost
soul like you doing

in a shit hole like this, hm?

I ain't no lost soul.

Well, then you'd
better be careful

because you never know
when you may lose it.

Stand up and listen.

On your feet.

Please.

Good.

Oh, little boy,

if you had only traveled
as I've traveled.

Seen the things I've seen.

Listen.

Kill or be killed,

there is no alternative.

The winner will be the master
and the loser the slave.

You're a traitor, a deserter.

A traitor?

A deserter?

I'm no deserter.

I lead a revolution, a quest
for individual liberty.

My liberty.

Your liberty.

If you only had the guts.

Now you're free
to do as you wish.

I refuse to be a pawn
in a game of chess.

Come on boy, do it!

Do it!

Just as I thought.

Or perhaps you
prefer a knife, hm?

Or should I try it, hm?

Wow, very impressive.

Pretty, young, and
a virgin, right?

A treasure many
men would die for.

Hey, don't be scared.

Look at me, don't be scared.

I'm not the one you
need to worry about.

You bastards.

Watch your tongue
or you may lose it.

Stay calm.

Leave her alone!

Do you wanna fight with me?

Do you?

Do you?

Oh, boo hoo.

Come, come with me.

Nothing will happen
to you, I promise.

See, hm?

Now look at Red.

What do you think?

I think you both could
be a great couple.

Much, much better than
that coward over there.

Hm, don't you think?

Sure you do.

Now how about a dance, hm?

I'll play for you.

Here we go.

Hey, you're gonna hurt yourself

if you don't let
go of that knife.

Red, take the girls into
the room and tie them up.

Hey, there's
another stagecoach coming.

I'm sorry about your friend.

Hey!

Remember,
no funny business.

It's not our stagecoach.

How you doing, boy?

Where's Ernie?

He's taken a
few days off to go north.

Old Ernie, I'm
sure he'll make the most of it.

On one hell of a bender.

Thank you, sir.

Leaving you to do
all the work, huh?

When is dinner?

I'm famished.

I'm sure when it's ready the
gentlemen will let us know.

Don't you worry, ma'am,
they'll be serving it soon.

Be patient.

Chris, you preparing dinner?

Allow me to present myself.

I'm John Elliot,
at your service.

And this is my manservant, Cuba.

Mrs. Whitman.

You're very kind, Mister Elliot.

Thank you.

The first gentleman
I've encountered in days.

And you are, Miss?

Call me Rose.

Oh, Rose.

She's my daughter.

Don't be silly, he's
an intelligent man.

I'm sure he has already
noticed, mother.

It's a real pleasure
to meet such a lovely lady.

Oh, charming.

Oh, she's mute.

We're taking her back home.

What happened to her?

We rescued her
from the Indians.

Oh, and tell me, what
work are you engaged in?

Well, we collaborate
with the law.

A collaborator of the law?

Yeah, a collaborator
with the law.

If somebody's willing to
pay us to catch bandits,

it's not our fault.

You're telling me you
wouldn't do it for free?

Have we met before?

I don't know, have we?

Maybe, or maybe it
wasn't worth remembering,

or maybe it wasn't
a nice encounter.

I'm Zingarelli.

Oh, Zingarelli.

Shoe polish seller.

Italiano?

Italiano.

Ah, I love your country.

Italia, bella, eh?

- True.
- I met someone who cooked

the best pasta I've ever tried.

His spaghetti were delicious.

Where is your friend from?

Oh, he wasn't my friend.

Zingarelli.

Dinner is ready,
if you may be seated.

- Alright.
- Please, ladies.

There
is a storm a-brewing.

The horses are getting nervous.

Mestizos, negroes,
Italians, what is this?

Stop flirting with that man,

he's old enough
to be your father.

I bet you'd love that.

Insolent!

Zingarelli, you old fox.

Well, I don't want
to be indiscreet,

but may I ask where
you're traveling to?

West, of course,
the promised land.

The land of dreams.

Yeah.

Although they also say
it's revolver country.

- But it cannot be all roses.
- Uh huh.

I'll bet it's full of savages.

- Mother!
- Yes, there is danger.

There is danger of course,
but dangers give us

the opportunity to be more
interesting of everything.

So the land of opportunity.

So we need to go first.

First to what?

First, first, because
we become first rich.

You mean gold?

Yeah, gold too,
that's important,

but really important
is the future.

Gold is better.

I'm with you on
that, Mrs. Whitman.

I prefer the wealth of
today than that of tomorrow.

Yes, we can start
all over again,

but not with the
mistakes of the past.

What we need is freedom.

- Freedom?
- Freedom.

An interesting concept.

Yes, sir.

If you'll allow me,
I recommend reading

The Unique One and his Property.

I've never met a bounty hunter
who has read a book before.

Collaborator of the law.

Whatever you wanna
call it, my friend.

I've never met
anyone who could read,

aside from the preacher, and
he only used it to bore us.

Well, there's a first
time for everything.

All this is very interesting.

Stirner proposes the
idea of the sovereign self.

Excuse me?

I'll summarize it for you.

The individual must be
the only supreme being,

freed from of all moral
or religious charges.

You see, only in this way will
man reach the full potential

of his existence.

When he embraces his
true selfishness.

I beg your pardon,
but I didn't understand

a word you said.

Mother!

Me neither.

Make the effort, it's
much easier than it seems.

The bookworm is a
collaborator of the law?

Mark my words.

Don't forget what I've told you.

Chris,
more whisky please.

My bones are aching
because of that

infernal box on wheels.

I don't understand why the
railroad hasn't arrived

all over the country by now.

Traveling by stagecoach
is so old-fashioned.

It's not that bad.

It's like a rocking chair.

A very hard rocking chair.

My rump hurts, too, but
we have to learn to adapt.

I don't think the
railroad has a future,

but for our jobs' sake,
I hope that's true.

Right, Chris?

You're very quiet today.

Not feeling good.

Bad stomach.

Now I present you
my little treasure

and allow you to
try this elixir.

Free of charge this time.

Please, keep one.

Zingarelli, you know
how to win over clients.

You'll like it even more
when I tell you the price.

I sell them for a
discount for you.

Can I really try one?

Ask him.

Can I really try one?

Go easy, Cuba.

Zingarelly, you old fox.

This is real good.

You wanna try, lady?

Really?

I don't approve of alcohol.

Try it, it's very good.

Look at Cuba guzzling it.

I'd like to try it.

Rose, you're
forgetting you're a lady.

It won't kill me.

Rules are made to be broken.

Don't worry, Mrs. Whitman,
just once won't hurt.

We're all friends here.

Hey
Chris, take a shot.

No, thanks.

If old
Ernie heard you say that,

he'll give you a
slap on the head.

No, no, no, he
would drink for both of 'em.

Damn you, Ernie.

To your health.

Bravo, bravo.

Excellent liquor.

Bravo Zingarelli.

Chris, didn't Ernie
take his violin?

It never leaves his side.

It's broken.

Do you know the song?

What song?

The song, the violin.

How did it go?

♪ Always over mountains,
over sands, and over seas

♪ Always over mountains,
over sands, and over seas

♪ You never tire, never tire

♪ Always over mountains, and
we're singing on the waves

Come on.

♪ Always over mountains, and
we're singing on the waves

♪ Always over mountains,
over sands, and over seas

♪ Always over mountains,
over sands, and over seas

♪ Always over mountains

What's going on?

Who's in there?

No!

Now that's what
you call bad luck.

Honey, you're done for,
but it'll take a while.

Who do you think you are?

The typical coward who
suddenly gets brave,

kills the villains
and saves the girls?

Now I've seen you shoot
left-handed, right?

Yeah.

Consider yourself lucky.

I must say you're
a feisty creature.

I know you can't help
but think ill of me, hm?

Nothing justifies killing.

We all fight for what's ours.

You think you and I
are any different?

Who did you lose, your father?

I've seen his photograph.

How did he die?

He was killed
by scum like you.

Ah, I understand.

Now tell me, what would you do
if you ever came face to face

with the man who
killed your father, hm?

What would you do to him?

Tell me.

Whoa.

That's Tim Rogers
coming with the gold.

Things are gonna get rough.

Shit!

What the hell is going on?

I don't like it.

Something's not right.

Shit.

Stay alert.

Move out.

Look around.

Look around.

No!

No!

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