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[horse neighing]

[insect chirping]

[Walter McCallister\Nbreathing quickly]

[Walter McCallister's\Nfrightened breathing]

[Clark] When we take it upon\Nourselves

to act against\Nour best interests.

[Walter McCallister's\Nfrightened breathing]

[Clark] And the best interests\Nof our community,

we have to understand

that there are consequences\Nfor those actions.

And we must respect\Nthe hierarchy of power

as it is handed down to us\Nfrom God.

I did not ask\Nfor this responsibility.

I did rise to power\Nunder my own volition,

but the drive to do so

was placed inside of me\Nby a higher power.

Jimmy.

- [sniffles]\N- [Clark] It's God's will

that I stand here today

take a hard look\Nat your lives, people.

You believe\Nthat anything happens

without the will of God?

If it were God's will\Nthat he wanted

one of you to be in charge...

Hey, Briggs.

Keep a sharp eye out\Nfor the brother.

Boss thinks\Nhe might try something.

[Clark] He did not.

God blessed me with the means\Nand the mental fortitude

to grow my interests\Nin this community.

Not only was I able to open up\NClark's Mercantile and Trade,

but I was able to\Nlure in the railroad.

Now I know that many of you\Ndo not agree

with my methods.

Let me assure you\NMr. McCallister here's

had every opportunity

to do right by this community,\Nbut he's flat out refused.

Jimmy, you go on home, now.

Don't stay here and watch this.

You hear me, son?

You go on home!

Go!

[window creaks]

"James," is it?

Do you understand\Nwhat's happening here today?

Well, your father is\Nteaching you a valuable lesson.

Go home. Go!

Know your place.

He stole from me.

Yes, he did.\NYes, he did!

He stole from\Nall these good people.

That makes him a sinner.

You know where in the world\Nsinners go?

I can tell you.

Sure as hell ain't Wyoming.

[horse neighing]

Let him hang.

[rapid gunfire]

[man] Shoot the wagon driver.

[horse neighing]

[gun fired]

[Young Jimmy] Pa!

Get him, Briggs!

[rapid gunfire]

[guns cocking]

[rapid gunfire]

[Bobby grunting]

[Young Jimmy] Please help me!

[horse galloping]

[metal clanks]

- [coughing]\N- Dad, you okay?

[Clark gasping for air]

[gasping for air]\NHelp... help me.

Get the doc.

[wheezing]

You owe me more.

[footsteps]

[door creaks]

- You okay?\N- Yeah.

[panting]

Bobby.

Oh, god, no.

Paid in full.

- You killed my brother,\Nyou son of a--!

[gun fired]

[body thuds]

[horse snorts]

[♪♪♪]

[uplifting music]

[birds chirping]

Get these hung early

so they have a chance to dry\Nbefore the wind gets up.

Are you gonna help me\Nor just keep watching?

[Briggs] I like watching you.

- Yeah? You like\Nwatching me hang laundry?

[giggles]

- I like watching you\Ndo most things.

- Most things I do,\NI do for you.

That's true.

- Suppose that might be\Nwhy you like watching me?

- I reckon I'd enjoy\Nwatching you do other things.

Not just things for me.

- Like when I do things\Nfor our daughter?

- Yes.\NYou're a good mother.

Anyone can see that.

Thank you.

Now, I need you to be\Na good father today

and walk our daughter to school.

- Oh, no. She's old enough\Nto walk herself.

She needs you.

I need you.

And I can't walk her today

since the wind is\Nprobably gonna get up

and I need to finish\Nhanging this laundry.

I have to open the store.

- [soft chuckle] Then the two\Nof you had best get going

so you're not late.

Brooke!

You need to hurry.

Your father's walking you\Nto school today.

Why can't you walk me?

Brooke.

Yes, sir?

Listen to your mother.

Thank you.

Brooke, I have too many chores\Nto get done this morning.

So no arguing.

Grab your school books and scoot\Nbefore you're both late.

I think you and your father\Ncould use

a little walk together,\Nanyway.

Go on.

[perky music]

- We should have\Ntaken the horse.

No.

There wasn't time\Nto saddle the horse

and walk you to school\Nand be back at the store

on time to open.

- Wouldn't we be faster\Non the horse?

Undoubtedly.

- Then wouldn't the time\Nwe save by being faster

have made up for the time\Nit would have taken

to saddle the horse?

No.

[perky music continues]

[distant horse neighing]

- "No classes today, as\NMiss Valerie has taken ill."

What do you think\Nshe's ill with?

Pox?

It's probably pox.

- You need to walk home now.\NI have to open the store.

- Mama says I'm not\Nallowed to walk home alone.

That's nonsense.

- You say I should\Nlisten to Mother.

This is different.

- Mama wouldn't like it\Nif you made me walk home alone.

[♪♪♪]

[horse neighing]

- Sit there\Nand finish your studies.

I have finished my studies.

The teacher\Nneeds to assign new ones.

- Then sit there\Nand read a book.

[door opens]

Good morning, Mr. Jeffries.

- [door closes]\N- Good morning, Mr. Briggs!

How's your day?

- Very well.\NHow can I help you?

- Well, I'll tell you,\NMr. Briggs.

My mother done got it\Nin her head yesterday

that she wanted to bake a cake

for the church potluck\Nthis weekend.

Now, last year,\Nshe made a pie,

but the apples she used grew\Non Mr. Johnson's apple tree,

you know, the one out back\Nby the outhouse.

And wouldn't you know it,

them apples tasted\Nplum-like shit

and made anybody who eat 'em\Nsick to their gut.

I tell ya, I think the shit\Nfrom that outhouse

has soaked down to the root

and changed the way\Na basic apple can taste.

But Mr. Johnson says\Nthat's a bunch of hooey,

and because of that,

he won't let Mama have no more\Napples for her apple pie,

which, as far as\NI'm concerned,

is fine by me and Mama\Nbecause as I mentioned before,

the apples taste like shit\Nanyhow.

[exhales]

Well, that left\Na dilemma for Mama.

She's not going to bake pie\Nfor this week's potluck.

What could she possibly make?

A cake.

- Exactly. Mama's gonna\Nbake a cake.

Bring it to the church potluck\Nafter church on Sunday.

- Was there something\Nthat you needed

from the store,\NMr. Jeffries?

- There I go, blundering on\Naround about Mama.

I done forgot\Nyou don't know why I'm here.

Mama needs some flour.

The sack she has\Nis full of weevils

and she don't think she can\Nsift them all out this time.

How many pounds?

- Just a 20-pound bag will do.

[distant footsteps]

[jar unlocks, squeaks]

[jar squeaks]

I didn't, uh,\NI didn't see you there.

I wasn't really gonna steal 'em.

This is a game\NI play with your daddy.

[footsteps descending stairs]

Twenty pounds of flour.

That'll be one dollar\Nand a nickel.

[cash register pings]

- Yeah, could you apply it\Nto my mother's account?

[Briggs] Of course.

Thank you, Mr. Briggs.

Hope to see you\Nat the luncheon on Sunday.

Madame.

[door opens]

Have you finished

- reading your book?\N- [door closes]

- He tried to steal\Nsome jelly beans.

What?

That man.

Mr. Jeffries.

I caught him taking\Nsome jelly beans

and he put them back.

He put them back?

He did.

- I'll discuss this with him\Nnext time he's in my store.

You want one?

No.

Then what do you want?

His hands were dirty.

[soft music playing]

[soft music playing]

[birds chirping]

[Ruth gasps in fear]

Pardon me, Ma'am.

I didn't mean to frighten you.

We weren't sure\Nif anyone was home.

Someone is home. Me.

How can I help you?

Yes, ma'am.

First, let me apologize for\Nthe rudeness of my introduction.

My name is James McCallister,

and me and my companions\Nhave been on the road

for several days now.

We're plum tired and\Nwe're more than a little lost.

Companions?

Yes, ma'am.

That's Boots there\Nout by the road.

He didn't want to ride up\Nto the house and frighten folks.

Being polite.

And behind you,\Nwell, that's Big Mike.

Thousand pardons, miss.

I was just around back\Nchecking to see

if there's anybody\Nin your garden.

Was there?

Nope.

- You gentlemen\Nshould have just knocked.

Well, we did knock, ma'am.

Hm, that's true.

I saw Big Mike step up\Nto that door and give it a rap.

Most definitely witnessed that\Nwith mine own.

- Must not have\Nknocked too loud.

I certainly didn't\Nhear it in the house.

- [laughs]\NNevertheless.

- Well, if you gentlemen\Nwill just allow me a moment

to put the laundry down,\NI will happily point you

in the direction of town.

It's about a half hour's walk\Nup the road.

And they've got\Nhotels and saloons,

and a hot bath house\Nwith a brand new shower.

- Well, that would be\Nan act of kindness, ma'am.

We'd be much obliged.

- My husband\Nwill be along any minute,

so he might even be able to\Nshow you the way himself.

Your husband?

Yes, sir. My husband.

He should be along any moment.

- Would your husband\Nhappen to have been that feller

we saw walking\Ndown the road earlier?

Walking with a little girl?

- Yes, he was walking\Nour daughter to school.

[laughing]

Oh, ain't that somethin'.

A grown man walking\Na little girl to school.

We certainly live in a new age.

Sure does seem like it.

[McCallister] It sure does.

You said town's about a half\Nan hour walk up the road?

That's right.

Hm.

Well, your man\Nsure been gone a long time

if he was walking your daughter\Nto school and back.

Sure hope nothin' happened\Nto hold him up.

[Big Mike groans]

[screams]

[Eustice groans]

[Eustice screaming in pain]

Go help him.

- [Eustice grunting]\N- You all right?

- [out of breath] The bitch\Nkicked me in the balls.

- Just got your ass whooped\Nby an unarmed woman

doing her laundry.

- Yeah.\N- You sure you have balls?

[suspenseful music playing]

- [knocks on door]\N- Open up, missy.

I'm coming in,\None way or another.

Might as well not piss us off\Nin the meantime.

- Madame, I think\Nyou got the wrong idea

about me and the fellas.

Ain't no sense\Nrunnin' off and hidin'.

We don't want to hurt nobody.

[Eustice] We need to quit\Npeckerin' around

and get back on the trail.

That marshal can't be\Ntoo far behind.

A day, day and a half at most.

We need to keep moving

unless you fools want to\Nend up back in jail.

- Eustice,\Nshut your damn mouth.

- Now I know you're scared\Nand you're hiding.

But if you just\Npoke your head out,

you'll see\Nwe don't got any guns.

We just want to talk.

[horse neighing]

[horse galloping]

[gun fired]

[horse neighs in pain]

Oh, shit.

Go on. Go get her.

Bring her back.

[horse groans]

[screaming]

[breathing heavily]

- You gon' live?\N- Yeah.

[♪♪♪]

Bring her over!

Quickly now!

[Ruth groans]

Her arm's all busted up.

That's fine. That's fine.

- [Ruth groans]\N- I feel like we got off

- to a bad start.\N- [Ruth groans]

- And I'm going to\Nput that on you.

Now, when we first met,\NI introduced myself, did I not?

I said my name,\Nloud and clear.

You did not do me\Nthe same honor. Did ya?

I said, did ya?

- You'll get\Nno honor from me.

Tell me this then, huh?

Is this your husband? Hm?

Is he the man we saw walking\Ndown the street this morning?

Is your husband\Nthe 'Colton Briggs?'

- Heard of my husband,\Nhave you?

- [laughs] Oh, I've certainly\Nheard of your husband.

We're like family,\Nme and him.

Good.

That saves me the trouble\Nof explaining it to you.

You boys are in a world of hurt.

- Who the shit\Nis Colton Briggs?

- Are you serious?\NColton Briggs?

This is Colton Briggs' place?

Eustice, quiet.

That's right.

And I'm his wife.

And you hit me

in the face with your gun.

Broke my arm.

Shot his horse.

You boys have\Nwoke up the devil.

[ominous laugh]

[Eustice] Goddamn it, Jimmy.

You bringing hell down on us!

- I absolutely know\Nyour husband, hm.

We go way back.

In fact, I owe him a debt.

- That'll do.\NIt's time to head home.

- Mama didn't come\Nto get me from school.

- You weren't at school.\NYou were here.

- Yes, but wouldn't she\Ncome here to find me

if I wasn't at school?

[door opens]

[soft music]

- [distant horse neighs]\N- [Mark] Hey, Marshal!

You better come on out here.

Who are those men?

[Marshal Jarrett] What do we\Ngot here? The family?

- Maybe looks like\Nthe father and daughter

from that picture\Non the mantle in there.

[Marshal Jarrett]\NMust've been away

when those fellas came through.

Thank god they're okay.

A little bit of luck, finally.

Lucky, indeed.

Tell the others\Nto come outside.

We shouldn't be making\Nourselves comfortable

in these folks' home.

[door creaks open]

- Hey, you guys,\Nfamily's here.

They still alive?

Yup.

Oh, shit.

- [horse neighs]\N- This you folks' home?

I want to apologize for my men.

We, uh, we didn't realize\Nthat no one was home and--

My wife was home.

- Yes, sir.\NI... I apologize again.

My name is U.S. Marshal\NFranklin Jarrett.

I know who you are.

Where's Ruth?

- I'm afraid\Nyou have me at a loss, sir.

Do I know you?

Briggs?

Holy shit, man.

I...

I apologize, little lady.

That language\Nis not appropriate.

You have a family?

Well, that is a good thing.

A man needs a family.\NIt grounds him.

Evens him out.\NThat is--this is good.

Marshal.

- I'm sorry, Briggs,\Nbut we need to talk.

[inhales] Somewhere private,\Npreferably.

[crickets chirping]

Why don't you boys go\Nhelp him dig that hole?

Says he don't want our help.

Says we should've been\Nbetter at our jobs.

[Marshal Jarrett]\NHe ain't wrong.

Go get them horses ready.

[shovel hitting dirt]

Little lady.

I had Smiley heat up\Nsome of that condensed milk

and put a little\Nbrown sugar in it.

It's good.\NMake you feel better.

I never knew your mama.

But I know\Nshe was a good woman.

But I did know your daddy.

Years and years ago.

You meet a lot of people\Nin this business,

and the faces,\Na lot of times,

just disappear\Nover the years.

But not your daddy.

[chuckles] No, sir.\NNot him.

Your daddy was about the meanest\Nson of a bitch I ever met.

Pardon my language, but...\NI never met anybody like him.

Just the way\Nhe would look at you, just...

like he was looking\Nthrough you.

Like you were nothing.

And I don't say this lightly,

but y-your daddy\Nwas a violent man.

I seen him shoot\Nthree cowboys one time.

Now, it was a fair fight,

but I don't think\Nhis blood raised an ounce.

I can't say he was a criminal.

I don't know that,\Nbut I can say that he

was not what I would call\Na "good man."

Not back then.

Why are you telling me this?

Hm.

I guess I just want you\Nto understand

how good a woman your mama was.

She took the coldest killer\Nthat I've ever met,

and she turned him\Ninto a family man.

Minding the store.

Raising a little lady.

That was a good thing\Nyour mama done.

- My father\Nused to kill people?

- Yeah,\Nbut that was years ago.

- I haven't even seen\Nmy father hold a gun.

- And that's because\Nhe's a good man now.

Because of what\Nyour mama done.

- You carry a gun.\NAre you a good man?

I try to be.

My mama's dead now.

Is my father\Nstill a good man?

[emotional music playing]

- Would you like for me\Nto say a few words?

You said plenty of words.

None of them helped.

[hammering cross into ground]

- There's something\Nyou should know.

Um, them fellas\Nleft a mess in your barn.

Not something\Nyour little girl should see.

You'll wanna clean that up\Nbefore you let her go in there.

I reckon we'll be\Nhitting the trail.

I figured we're only\Na few hours behind 'em.

And I think I've got a pretty\Ngood idea where they're going.

- Tell me the names\Nof the men who did this.

Tell me where they're going.

- No, sir.\NI don't think I can do that.

I reckon it's been a few years

since the world has seen\Nthe old Colton Briggs,

and I think the world\Nis probably pretty happy

leaving that\Njust right where it is.

Tell me the names of the men

responsible for\Nthe death of my wife.

[Marshal Jarrett]\NBriggs, listen to yourself.

You see that little girl\Nover there?

She just lost her mama.\NShe needs her father now.

Whatever changes happened to you\Nthat that woman gave you,

don't let 'em die with her.

That little girl needs the man\Nthat she knows and loves.

You know, ever since\Nwe were granted statehood,

this here land is now\Npart of a new country.

We got laws.\NWe got due process.

Folks just don't go around\Nkillin' other folks.

That ain't the world anymore.

Keep right by your daughter.\NKeep right by God.

I will find those murderous\Nsons of bitches.

I will catch 'em.

We will take them to trial,\Nand they will hang.

I promise that to you.

Take care of your daughter.

As long as\Nthat little girl is alive,

there's no room for\Nvengeance in your life.

[horse snorts]

What do we do now?

[Briggs] Go to bed.

[footsteps receding]

[horses snorting]

[emotional music playing]

[cries]

[Ruth] [voice-over]\NI need you.

[foreboding music playing]

[clattering]

[emotional music playing]

[cries]

[intense music playing]

"As long as she's alive."

- Mama wouldn't like you\Npointing that gun at me.

[un-cocks pistol]

[emotional music playing]

[footsteps receding]

[groaning]

Get dressed.

Those are pants. No dresses.

We leave in 15 minutes.

- [lantern breaks]\N- [fire crackling]

That's Mama's horse.

Yeah. They killed mine.

We'll have to travel light.

- She can't run\Nwith both of us.

If we're gonna catch up\Nwith those men,

we're gonna need another horse.

- Yeah. We'll find one\Nalong the way.

- [lantern breaks]\N- [fire crackling]

[horse neighs, gallops]

[birds chirping]

[Brooke] This is a good time\Nfor us to do this.

My teacher at school is sick.

If it's pox,\Nshe could be sick for days.

She could die.

They'll get a new teacher.

I forgot my school books.

I think they burned up\Nin the fire.

[Briggs] We'll get new books.

[Brooke] What about my clothes?

We'll get new clothes.

- Why did we burn\Nthe old ones?

- [impatiently] Because\Nwe're not going back.

We're not going back.

As soon as I finish\Nwhat I have to do,

we'll find a new place

and we'll replace\Neverything you lost.

'Cept Mama.

[♪♪♪]

[birds chirping]

Give me the belt.

You gonna whoop me?

Take that.

Over there by that tree.\NOff the path.

You can sleep for 30 minutes,\Nnot longer.

Then we'll eat,\Nand we'll get back on trail.

We'll do that every four hours\Nuntil we catch 'em.

- Aren't those men\Ngetting further away?

- They're only men.\NThey need sleep, as well.

They'll wait for us.

- But if we keep going,\Nwe can be there sooner.

Before anything...

- Won't do us any good\Nif we get there dead tired.

Or if our horse dies\Nfrom exhaustion.

It's not enough\Nthat we find these men.

We need to be ready\Nto kill 'em.

Because they'll be\Nmeaning to kill us.

[grunts]

[♪♪♪]

[upbeat music playing]

- Did it seem\Nstrange to you?

That little girl last night?

How do you mean?

Her mama had just been killed.

She was sittin' there\Nright next to the body.

Not a tear on her face.

Hell, I never even\Nmet the woman.

I cried more about it\Nthan her own daughter.

- Well, she's probably\Njust shocked from the news.

I mean, her mama\Nwas just killed.

She ain't never coming back.

Gotta be hard for any youngster\Nto understand.

I suppose so.

[gun fired]

[horse neighs]

Holy shit!

[gun fired]

Come on. Come on.

Come on.\N[rapid gunfire]

[man] Argh!

[body thuds]

Holy shit, son.

How'd you do that?

[gun fired]

- [groans]\NMy leg is busted.

- [gun fired]\N- Ahh.

[rapid gunfire]

[gun cocks]

That one's a shooter, shit.

It's that marshal.

You didn't shoot the marshal?

[gun fired]

[gun cocks, fired]

Goddamn it!

That asshole started the ambush\Nbefore we were in position!

[horse neighs]

[horses neigh]

What do we do?

Do you see Briggs?

- Shit, boss, I don't know\Nwhat he looks like.

- Oh, you'll know\Nwhen you see him.

I promise you that.

[gunfire]

[Marshal Jarrett]\NGet down, Smiley!

Oh.

Dumbass.

- Let's see how far\Nthem bastards get now.

[gunfire]

Boss is pulling out.

Next reload,\Nlet's get up that hill.

[rapid gunfire]

I'm out of here.

[gun cocking]

God help us.

[gun fired]

[birds chirping]

[branch breaks]

[panting]

Is it time to leave?

- I heard gunshots coming\Nfrom across the canyon.

- When?\N- Ten minutes ago.

Why didn't you wake me?

No reason to hurry.

Gunshots might have a way\Nof speeding some folks up,

but they have\Na nasty habit of...

slowing other folks down.

We'll find out what happened\Nsoon enough.

Either way.

[McCallister]\NI can't believe it.

You want to tell me\Nwhat the hell just happened?

- Huh?\N- What the hell, boss?

Those guys up front,

they were about to go\Nbehind the hill.

I wouldn't have seen 'em\Nif I waited.

- You were supposed to shoot\Nthe marshal first. Huh?

Instead, genius here decides to\Nshoot the first guy he sees,

chasing everybody,\Nincluding the marshal,

into cover. You know...

I go to enormous pains to invite\NColton Briggs to come find me.

You go ahead and leave

a perfectly healthy lawman\Nbetween us.

It's like you're\Ntrying to work against me.

Is that what's happening here?\NHuh?

You're working against me?

Nah, boss.

I'm with you.

I just messed up. That's all.

I certainly hope so.

Because if that lawman\Nstops Briggs

before he can get to me...\Nthere will be hell to pay.

Mm.

[Eustice]\NIt don't matter for nothing.

- You got somethin' to say,\Nold man?

- If Colton Briggs\Ndecides he's coming,

you might as well set\Nan extra plate at the table

because Colton Briggs is coming.

What's going on?

There's a rider coming.

- One of the men\Nwho killed Mama?

Maybe one of the men\Nfrom the posse.

- Either way,\Nwe need his horse.

- Are you gonna kill him?\N- I'm gonna take his horse.

Chances are, he won't\Nlike me doing that.

- I don't think Mama'd like you\Nkillin' no lawman.

- I don't know\Nif he is a lawman.

Chances are he won't stop\Nand give me time to ask.

- Can't you think of\Nanother way to stop him?

- He'll be coming\Nfrom that direction.

You stand there\Nand get him to stop.

How?

- Cry.\NMake him feel sorry for you.

I don't know how.

[exhales]

What did you just say?

I don't know how to cry.

Now, you listen to me.

People in this world\Nexpect you to act like they do.

They expect you to laugh\Nat their jokes,

and sigh at their babies,\Nand cry at their funerals.

And if you can't learn\Nto do those things,

they won't accept you.\NThey'll push you out.

Now, do you wanna make it\Nin this world?

Answer me!\NDo you wanna fit in?

Then you're going to\Nhave to figure out

how to act like them.

You remember last summer\Nwhen the parson's daughter died?

You remember\Nhow his wife cried?

"Wahhhhhhhh!\NWahhhhhhhhh!"

Wah! Wah!

- A little louder.\NWahhhh! Wahhhh!

"My baby! My baby!"

- Wahhhhhhhh!\NWahhhhhhhhh!

My baby! My baby!

- That'll have to do.\NKeep it up.

Wahhhhh! Wahhhhh!

Wahhh!\NWahhh!

Wahhh!\NWahhh!

You okay, little girl?

- Waaaahh!\NMy baby! My baby!

- Wahhhhhh!\N- Baby? What baby?

- What? What are you getting at?\N- Wahhh! Wahhh!

- [gun cocks]\N- You're gettin' off that horse.

[horse snorts]

- You should have gone.\NMark, he looked pretty bad.

What?

Leave you two here\Nwithout protection?

I ain't helpless.

[Mark] Don't shoot.\NDon't shoot.

It's me.

Shit, Mark.

You scared the hell out of us.

- The hell\Nare you doing back here?

Where's your horse?

Ask them.

What the hell!

I'm sorry, guys.

- Now, Briggs,\NI know you're upset.

Hell, I don't blame you.

But whatever you think\Nyou're doing,

you need to let these boys go.

- Fetch that Rossi\Nand bring it here.

My father wants your shotgun.

Do what she says, Greg.

- I will blow\Nthis little girl's brains

all over this valley.

Do you hear me?

I said I will blow her brains\Nall over this valley.

I'll pull the trigger right now.

Aahhh!

[grunting]

He cries pretty good.

I'm gonna try and do it\Nlike him next time.

- Both of you put your hands\Nbehind your back.

[knife scraping]

Is this enough wood?

- That wood's too green.\NIt needs to burn hotter.

See the tip of that?\NShould burn so hot it glows red.

Fetch dry wood.

It burns hotter.\NIt burns faster.

[knife scraping continues]

Listen to me, Briggs.

Just listen to me.

Up till now, you haven't\Ncommitted any crimes

that you can't walk away from.

I understand that you're\Nunder a lot of pressure,

pain of losing your wife.

I can't imagine it.

Any man might have done\Nthe same thing.

Made some of the same decisions\Nthat you've made.

But you are about to\Ncross a line

that you can't get back from.

Assaulting a US Marshal,\Nmurdering a US Marshal,

that is trouble that you\Nhave not encountered before.

Are you sure about that?

- What about\Nyour daughter, Briggs?

You're making her an accessory.

These men here\Nneed medical attention

and you are preventing them\Nfrom getting it.

No. You are.

By not telling me\Nwhat I want to know.

I'm a federal marshal.

You're asking me\Nto participate in murder.

You're protecting a killer.

From another killer.

Correct.

Is this dry enough?

- Good.\NPut it on the fire.

We'll be ready to start soon.

- If anything happens to my men,\NI swear to God,

I will hunt you down\Nand I will kill you myself.

- Like you hunted down the man\Nwho killed my wife?

The man who killed your men?

The man responsible for\Neverything happening right now?

I'll take my chances.

Rip his shirt.

Don't you touch me!

- Give him the stick\Nlike I showed you.

[Mark] Please... don't.

- James McCallister!\N- [Mark] Aahh!

Name's James McCallister.

He rides with three men,\NMichael Orleans

and Boots Miller\Nand Eustice Bedford.

They're all hardened criminals.

Word is, he promised them

a share of a lockbox\Nhe's got stashed somewhere

if they'd bust him out of\Nthe prison in Powell County.

And they're headed to Colorado.

Somebody told me he's got\Na little Mexican girl down there

in a town he likes\Ncalled Santa Rosa.

The trail I was on meant\Nthat he was headed that way.

And that's all I know about it.\NI swear it.

Hold him.

[Mark] No, no.

- Oh, you son of a bitch!\N- Aaah!

- I will kill you,\Nyou son of a bitch!

[screaming in pain]

Bring me the iron.

Pinch the flesh\Non either side of the wound

and push it together.

We have to burn it with the iron\Nor he'll bleed out soon.

- Smells like\NMama's rabbit chops.

Mm, that's the whiskey.

Makes me hungry.

- Mm-hm.

[pan clanks]

The bullet was poisoning him.

He's got a chance now.

But these men are not\Nwalking out of this canyon.

If I get to Santa Rosa

and there's no\NJames McCallister,

no Mexican girl,\Nno gang of four,

I will come back here\Nand I will kill these two men

before you can return with help.

And then, I will wait for you.

And no matter how many men\Nyou bring back with you,

I will kill you first.

I will kill you\Nbefore you even see me.

Do you understand?

We're taking your guns\Nand your horse.

- You gotta leave me\Na horse, Briggs!

You can't take my horse!

Take your mother's horse.

This one suits me fine.

Damn it, don't question me.

You've got more experience\Nwith your mother's horse.

She knows you.\NFewer surprises.

Now get up.

[horse snorts]

I'll leave your horse\Ntied up in Santa Rosa.

I'm no horse thief.

- Justice is going to\Nfind you, Briggs.

Hyah!

- You hear me?\NGod damn you.

Justice will catch you.

[sedate music]

[tense music]

- There. Just like\NI told you boys.

[Eustice] Let's crack her open\Nand see what we got.

[box hinges squeak]

Oh, lordy.

[laughing] Whoo! Whoo!

"El Banco Londres Y Mexico"?

- What the hell?\N- Now settle down.

What the hell, boss?

Where's the money, boss?

- Now, if I was crossing you,\NI would have killed you already.

But I didn't.

Nothing but a dirty rat.

- You ain't too bright now,\Nis you?

But that's okay.\NThat's why you got me.

I got brains.

And my brains know that\Nsince we busted out of jail,

we're gonna have to\Nlay low for a while.

At least a year or so.

Any of you boys got any idea

what kind of money they spend\Ndown in old Mexico? Hm?

Right there,

that's enough dinero\Nfor each of us

to live like kings\Nfor as long as we need.

Each of you\Nget an equal share, hm,

as long as you stick with me.

Or, we can split it up here\Nand part ways as friends.

But I will tell you this.

That money, well...

ain't worth a nickel\Nthis side of the border.

Not unless you know\Nwhere to spend it.

And boys, I do.

What about this Briggs fella?

- Yeah, we're gonna\Nhave to figure that out

and figure it out fast.

It's all part of the plan.

- Should we wait for him\Nand set a ambush

like we did for the Marshal?

- We don't know how far behind us\NBriggs might be.

We could be sittin'\Nin the bush for days.

And two, Briggs\Nain't the type of man

to walk into an ambush\Nunprepared.

Then how do we hunt him down?

I thought I made myself clear.

We ain't huntin' nobody.

Briggs is huntin' us.

[laughs]

What do we need that for?

It's good firewood.

It was on someone's grave.

So?

It belongs to someone.

Nothing belongs to the dead

because the dead\Ndon't need anything.

Only the living\Nneed to possess things.

The living need food,\Nwater, shelter,

clothes, family,\Nmoney and land.

But the dead, the dead've\Nalready been tended to.

Once they're put in the ground,\Nthey have all they need.

They're not selfish.

I like the dead.

[horses neighing,\Nhooves clip-clopping]

[Eustice] I don't like this.\NThere's a Sheriff.

- Well, the Sheriff's in Denver.\NTwo days away.

We cut the telegraph lines\Ncoming into town,

which means it'll be\Nupwards of four days

before any sheriff can get\Nthe news that we're here

and show up and do anything\Nabout it.

That office is where\Nthey keep the bad folks

until the lawman\Ncan come pick 'em up.

[horses neighing]

- Still, feelin' mighty exposed\Nridin' into town like this.

- You gonna question\Nmy every call?

Now, I need you boys\Nto set a guard

at the edge of town, all right.

Anyone rides in,\Nyou let me know.

And rotate every couple hours.

You all look like dog shit.

I need you rested\Nfor when Briggs gets here

or you're of no use to me.\NUnderstand?

And ladies, I assume\Nyou're well rested.

I am in need of your services.

- You heard him.\NWho wants first watch?

Well, I'll take first watch,

but you better come\Nand relieve me in four hours.

[Big Mike] You want to give me\Na hand with this? [grunts]

[crickets chirping]

- That marshal said\Nyou used to kill people.

- That marshal\Nshould guard his words

when speaking to children.

Ahh.

Is it true?

Yes.

He said you gave it up.

He said you gave it up\Nfor Mama.

Is that true?

He said Mama changed you.

- My entire life,\Neven as a boy, I knew.

I knew I was different.

My mother always said\NI didn't cry as a baby.

I didn't laugh.

When my mother died,\NI was very young,

but I didn't shed a tear\Nat her funeral.

Lots of folks did,\Nbut I didn't.

Growing up, the other kids\Nwould play games

and joke with each other,\Nand they would cry

if they got hurt\Nor if they were scared.

And I'd watch them.\NI got pretty good at pretending.

Good enough, anyway.

Pretending I was like\Nthe other kids.

Pretending I was... normal.

But that's when I realized\NI had never known fear.

My whole life, I'd seen fear

in the eyes of every man\NI ever met.

Come to expect it.

Grown men, terrified\Nwhen they had no reason to be.

I remember this one man\Nwho was looking for me

because I had shot\Na couple of his friends.

He caught up with me\Nin a bathhouse.

My pistol's lying out of reach,\Nnext to my clothes.

And I remember\Nseeing this man

holding a gun\Non a cold naked man

sitting in a tub, and yet,\Nhe was the one shaking.

[scoffs] Too scared to move.

So, I stood up from my bath,

and I quietly walked over\Nto the man

and I took his pistol away.

And then\NI shot him dead with it.

He didn't even beg for his life.

And even though I could\Nrecognize fear in men,

even to a point where\NI could use it against them,

I can honestly say\NI had no idea

what it actually felt like.

It was as if...

I'd been born dead inside.

But I didn't care.\N'Cuz I was dead inside.

[liquid sloshing]

Ahh.

How did Mama change that?

- When I met your mother,\Nthere was no introduction.

There was no getting\Nto know each other.

And in that first moment\NI saw her, I...

I felt something.

Something I'd never felt before.

Love?

Fear.

Fear she wouldn't talk to me.\NFear she wouldn't love me.

Fear I couldn't\Nmake her my wife.

[sobbing]

Fear of losing her.

She was the only thing\NI ever feared

and the only thing\NI ever loved.

[somber music]

- When they told me\NMama was dead,

I didn't know how to feel.

- She was your mother.\NYou feel sad. You feel loss.

Is that how you felt?

I felt pain.

Like a part of me\Nwas killed with her.

Do you still feel like that?

When Mama died,\NI didn't feel anything.

It was as if I died.

[in low tone]\NLike I was lost.

I was lying in my bed,\Nin my room.

In our house.

But it felt like I would\Nnever find my way back

to those things again.

You will.

- Do you know the man\Nwho killed Mama?

The man the Marshal\Ntold us about?

James McCallister?

Tomorrow,\Nafter the sun comes up...

can you teach me how to shoot?

Good.

I think I'd like that.

[uplifting music]

Ohh! Son of a bitch.

Oh. Oh, dammit.

[♪♪♪]

- Now remember,\Nkeep your left eye closed.

Let the barrel drift\Nright above your target.

When you're ready,

gently breathe all the air\Nout of your lungs

and let the barrel fall.

Time it so your breath ends\Njust as you line up your shot.

At the bottom of your breath,\Nsqueeze the trigger,

don't pull, squeeze\Nwith your whole hand.

[gun fired]

Were you aiming for the hat?

- Just below it.\NI was aiming for his chest.

- You pulled.\NYou didn't squeeze.

Let's try it again.

[sighs]

What's wrong?

Can I try the pistol?

[Briggs] Hyah! Hit!

Remember to squeeze.

Don't pull.

[upbeat music]

- [horse neighing]\N- [door opens]

Morning, Eustice.

Those turkey bungholes

never relieved me of duty\Nlast night.

Left me sittin' out there\Nall night!

Is that so?

Boys? Come on down.

[Big Mike] What is it, boss?

Eustice here has a grievance

he would like to air\Nwith the rest of the gang.

Go ahead.

[Eustice] You two!

You were supposed to relieve me\Nin my post, after four hours.

And that didn't happen.

And that's bullshit!

- Eustice, please accept\Nmy sincerest apologies

on behalf of\Nthe rest of the gang.

We sure are sorry,\Nain't we, boys?

- And why didn't you\Njust come get us?

What?

- If we were supposed\Nto relieve you,

why didn't you just come get\None of us to take your place?

- Eustice? Why didn't you just\Ncome get one of the boys?

- Well, I-I didn't want\Nto leave my post, you know?

I... Briggs is a dangerous man.

And if he would've seen\Nthere was no guard,

he might have snuck in here\Nand got us.

- You didn't...\Nfall asleep, did you?

No, boss.

- Eustice... you wouldn't be\Nlying to me, would you?

- No, boss.\NI mean, I-I might've--

I might've shut my eyes\Nfor a second or two as I--

you know, I was so tired.

It was--it was a long ride

- and I-I--\N- [McCallister] Eustice, shh.

[stammers]

- Falling asleep on guard duty\Nis a terrible thing to do.

What if Briggs had shown up\Nand you'd been asleep?

[Big Mike] Yeah.

Yeah, he might have snuck in\Nand got us, like you said.

- No!\NI would have seen him.

- [screams in pain]\N- [bones crack]

Shh! Shh!

Now, I did you a favor.

All right.

Next time you're on watch,\Nyou get a little sleepy,

you just give that broken\Nfinger a squeeze,

and you'll perk right back up.

[birds chirping]

[Brooke] What's wrong?

There's only one way into town.

If they're down there,

they'll be watching\Neveryone who comes in.

They left a message in the barn.

It felt familiar.\NLike it was meant for me.

What'd it say?

I don't like walking in,

not knowing\Nwho I'm looking for.

If they know me,\Nit'll give them the edge.

They'll see me coming.

I won't see them.

Do you think they'll know me?

[Briggs] [VO] Now you ride\Ninto town casually.

You've been sent on an errand

from your parents' farm\Nup the road.

Keep your head up,\Nand look at everyone carefully.

Head straight\Nfor the mercantile.

Go inside and ask the man\Nto buy something.

And then casually ask if any\Nriders had come through town.

Whatever he tells you,

you bring that information\Nstraight back to me.

Can I help you, young lady?

- Young lady?\N- [horse neighs in the distance]

Pardon my manners.

You must have caught me\Ndaydreaming.

I almost forgot\Nwhy I came in here.

My mama got it in her head\Nyesterday

that she had to bake a cake

for the church pot luck\Nthis weekend.

Last year, she made a pie,\Nbut the apples she used

grew on Mr. Johnson's\Napple tree,

the one back by his outhouse.

And wouldn't you know it,

those apples tasted\Nplum like shit

and made anyone who ate 'em\Nsick to their gut.

I tell ya, I think\Nthat shit in the outhouse

sunk down into the roots\Nand changed the way

a basic apple can taste.

But Mr. Johnson says\Nthat's a bunch of hooey,

and because of that,\Nhe won't let Mama

have any more apples\Nfor her apple pie,

which, as far as I'm concerned,\Nis fine by me and my Mama

'cuz like I mentioned before,

those apples\Ntaste like shit anyhow.

Who the hell is Mr. Johnson?

- Is this the little girl\Nyou seen, Boots?

- It is the little girl we saw\Nthe other morning.

[McCallister]\NHello there, little miss.

That's a fine horse\Nyou're riding.

Couldn't help but notice\Nthe saddle.

Wouldn't mind telling me\Nhow you got it, would you?

Better yet...

why don't you just tell me\Nwhere your daddy is?

[footsteps]

[cork pops]

Maria. Well, this here\Nis my little sister.

Buenos dias.

[chuckles]

[Boots] Still no sign of him.

[McCallister] Hm.

He'll be around\Nsoon enough, I 'spect.

- This one\Nhasn't touched her food.

- I 'spect\Nshe's too scared to eat.

Right, little sister?\NYou too scared to eat?

No.

[McCallister] Of course not.

'Spect daughter\Nof Colton Briggs

ain't scared of nothin.'

You boys hang that sign\Noutside like I asked?

- Red paint.\NJust like you asked.

- Good.\NWhere's Big Mike?

- He's got a good angle\Nat the road into town.

Ah, well.

One of you set up\Nat the other end of town.

The other across the street.

Yes, sir.

And, boys.

Stay out of sight, all right?

It's important he gets\Nto the middle of town

and sees our invitation

before we throw him\Nhis little surprise party.

- Boss, if we get\Na chance to put a bullet

in Colton Briggs,\Nwe ought to do it.

It ain't smart playing games\Nwith a fella like that.

- Sounds like\Nhe's the one who's scared.

[laughs]

Sure does, doesn't it?

You hear what\Nlittle sister said?

You scared?

- I'll take\Nthe other end of town.

[door opens and closes]

[distant horse neighing]

Boss is expecting Briggs\Nanytime.

Might wanna wake your ass up.

I'm awake.

[Eustice] Good.\NKeep it that way.

We're supposed to let him get\Ninto town before we kill him.

Wants him to see that we got\Nhis daughter or something.

- Makes sense.\N- [gun cocks]

- You do yourself\Nand all of us a favor.

You see that son of a bitch,\Nyou put a bullet in him.

Hi-ya!

Go back right there...

- If you ain't\Ntoo scared to eat,

why ain't you touched\Nyour food yet?

It's probably poison.

- So you is scared.\NScared of poison.

- You don't have to be scared\Nto not eat poison.

Just not stupid.

[McCallister] You see this?

No poison.

I couldn't poison\Neven if I wanted to.

Reckon it's some kind of sin\Nto poison your kin.

Stop saying that.

Stop sayin' what?

Stop calling me your sister.

We ain't kin.

[McCallister] You and I\Nare most certainly kin

in almost all respects.

The, uh, fruits\Nof your father's labors,

[chuckles]\Nsure as shootin'.

You're a liar.

- I'm not saying that\Nyour daddy knocked my mama up

and they made a baby.

No, no, no.

There was another man who had\Nthe honors of my physical birth.

But he's not around no more.

On account of the day\NI like to call my...

"spiritual birth."

You see, it was on that day

that your daddy...

Well, he decided\NI didn't need mine anymore.

He took him away from me.\NRight there in front of me.

I watched him die.

Watched the life\Nleave his eyes.

It was right then\Nthat I stared into the eyes

of the man who killed him.

And you know\Nwhat your daddy did?

He stared right back at me.

Then he... he got on his horse\Nand he rode away.

But not all of him. No.

See, he... he left a tiny\Nlittle piece of himself

buried deep inside of me.\NLike a seed.

[tense music playing]

Workin' on a little\Ninsurance policy.

We don't need those boys\Ngettin' any ideas

about running off\Nwith the money.

[chuckles]

It used to be\NI couldn't find nothing

around these parts\Nexcept tequila.

Finding whiskey in Santa Rosa?

It's progress.

You see,\Nthe problem with progress

is that something's gotta go.

In with the new,\Nout with the old.

That's the way of the world.

But this transition...

oh, it's rarely a peaceful one.

No, ma'am.

Transition of power\Nis one of violence.

Necessary violence.

Which is why we're here today.

You see, I got a monster\Ninside of me.

The devil himself.

That devil can't get out

while there's another\Ndevil out there in the world.

Both these devils\Ncan't exist at the same time.

Oh, I get it.

You're crazy.

But don't worry,\Nmy father will be here soon.

He'll fix that.

[McCallister]\NHmm, you know,

I'm glad we had\Nthis time together.

Get to know each other\Nas siblings.

'Cuz after tonight,\Nafter your father gets here...

well, I'm gonna be\Nyour new daddy.

And we'll see\Nwhat needs fixin'.

[box cover squeaks, thuds]

[♪♪♪]

- [grunting]\N- [door crashes open]

[Big Mike grunting]

Eustice!

Agh, he's here.

Eustice!

He's here!

Help!

He's here.

[groans]

Don't, mister, please,\Ndon't kill--

[knife slashes]

[body thuds]

[Boots] Holy shit.

[rapid gunfire]

He's here!\NHe done killed Big Mike,

and got one of them\NMexican cowboys!

[gunfire]

- The devil\Ndoes not disappoint.

Let's go see Pa.

[gun cocks]

Walk.

[dramatic music]

[horse neighs]

- He went down that alley\Nbehind these buildings.

Go around and flush him out.

Christ Almighty.

- Eustice, did you hear\Nwhat I said?

Go!

[horse neighs]

[♪♪♪]

I got you, pendejo.

You see him?

- He must've circled back.\N[door opens]

[guns fired]

[Briggs grunts in pain]

[horse snorts]

[horse neighs]

I got him!

He got Boots,\Nbut I shot him!

Is he dead?

[Eustice] No. I only winged him.

But I got a bullet in him,\Nsure as shit.

He's holed up in that building\Nover there by the alley.

You sure about that?

He seem like the type of fella\Nto just hole up

and wait for us\Nto come get him?

Guess we'll see.

[McCallister] You two,\Nyou see that mercantile.

Now, the villain that killed\Nyour buddy is inside.

Why don't you go in there\Nand get him?

I'll double your pay\Nif you bring him out alive.

Be careful now.\NHe's a snake.

[Eustice] He may be a snake\Nbut he ain't a goddamn wizard.

Eustice.

[grunting in pain]

[door opens]

[McCallister] I need you\Nto just trust me.

Can you do that?

Shame to have to let you go\Nso close to the end.

[groans]

[rapid gunfire]

[McCallister] Briggs!

I'm calling you out.

Ain't that what\Nyou boys used to do?

Call each other out.

Settle your differences\Nin the street.

Let's do this the old way!

[tense music]

[grunts]

Holster that pistol, mister.

I swear to God\NI'll kill this little girl.

[heavy footsteps]

Hello, handsome.

Remember me?

No.

[Eustice] Get your hands up.

Both of 'em.

It's busted.

[Eustice] You got him, boss.\NWhat are we gonna do?

You really don't remember me.

I gotta say,\Nhurts my feelings.

But I guess\Nit's not too surprising.

I was just a little whooper\Nlast time you saw me.

The important thing is,\NI remember you.

Don't worry. I'm okay.

- I definitely remember you,\NColton Briggs.

Every time I close my eyes,

I see your face,\Nstaring me down.

I smell the smoke\Nfrom your guns,

hear the noises my daddy made\Nas he died.

And that's why we're here.

You, me... your little girl.

She never would\Ntell me her name,

but it don't matter none.

We're just one big happy family.

[laughs]

You see, we're gonna\Nhave a showdown, you and me.

And you get the opportunity\Nto put a bullet in my head

just like you did my daddy.

And if you do that,

Eustice here, he's gonna blow\Nyour little girl's head off.

[Eustice] Boss, just kill him.

[McCallister] Shut up.

Now...

you kill me,

and watch your little girl die.

Or save your daughter,\Nand watch me take your place.

Brooke.

I have all I need.

See that I'm tended to.

No.

And I love you.

[rapid gunfire]

- [groans]\N- No!

Holy shit.

I did it. [laughs]

I killed him!

I'm so sorry, Daddy.

I love you so much.

- [McCallister] I did it!\N- I'm so sorry.

[breathing heavily]

I killed Colton Briggs.

I killed him.

- You hear that, Daddy?\N- [gun cocks]

I killed him.

[gun fired]

It's...\N[panting]

[gun cocks]

It's you.

You're the monster.

[gun fired]

[body thuds]

You're no kin.

Brooke...

your mother.

She'll tell you what to do.

[breathing heavily]

[sobbing]

[emotional music playing]

[Marshal Jarrett]\NYou alive?

- Found another body\Nin the back alley back there.

That makes four of 'em.

[Marshal Jarrett] More or less\Nwhat I expected.

Round up the bodies\Nand let's get 'em back.

[horse snorts]

Will they bring him home?

Yeah, I suppose they will.

Thank you.

Marshal?

What are you going to tell them?

I thought I might bring you in\Nfor what you and your daddy did.

Tell them how you captured us\Nand tortured us

and left us to die\Nout in the desert.

But I suppose\Nthe judge would just say

that you were following\Nyour daddy's orders

and blind with rage\Nover your mama's murder--

even though you and I both know\Nthat ain't quite true.

And in that case,

your daddy would be buried\Nas a criminal.

And you would go home\Nto try to figure out

what to do with\Nyour daddy's store.

- Found a strongbox\Nin the saloon, Marshal.

- Good work, Corporal.\NThat'll be all.

And then I considered\Ntelling them

that you and your daddy\Ncame along,

and you saved my deputy's life

by performing field surgery\Non his shoulder.

Then you proceeded to track down\Nyour mother's murderers

and then he was killed in the\Nprocess of their apprehension

in which case\Nyou would still go home.

So I figure\Nsince the outcomes

in both those scenarios\Nare the same,

I prefer the story\Nthat doesn't involve me

getting captured\Nby a 12-year-old girl.

And maybe in that version,

we can forget all about\Nthat strong box too.

In that version...

my daddy gets to be a hero?

[sighs deeply]

In exchange for\Nyour discretion... Yes.

- I believe\Nthat sounds about right.

Well then, it's decided.

Marshal?

Did you find your horse?

Tied up at the edge of town.

- [sobbing]\NJust like he said.

You get on home, little Briggs.

Take care of your daddy's store.

Ya!

You hear that, Daddy?

You're gonna be a hero.

Mama would be so proud.

[somber music]

Maria, isn't it?

Si, Senorita.

- Why don't you fetch me\Nmy brother's saddlebag

from inside the saloon?

I best be getting on home.

[♪♪♪]

[ending music theme]

[♪♪♪]