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[birds chirping]

[water running]

[soft music]

I'm hungry.

Hush now, Cynthia. Let us pray.

Yeah, shut up, brat.

Iris.

Don't talk to your sister like that.

She's not my real sister and you're not my mother.

Iris, how dare you say that?

We're all one family now.

I hate this family.

Then why don't you go find a new one?

Cynthia, don't be a brat.

Cry-baby.

Fraidy Cat!

You know we're trying to make this new family a happy one?

You owe everyone an apology.

I didn't mean it.

You should tell that to your sister.

She's not my sister.

Iris!

I can't even say a god damn prayer in peace.

Eat your supper.

[suspenseful music]

Cynthia!

[rock music]

[rock music]

This is powerful medicine.

Raiding is such an important experience for the young.

True, but more important, raiding is sacred.

We are reenacting the ritual grandfather coyote taught the people in order to humanize us.

Deep-Water, you are so full of bullshit.

Profound bullshit, but bullshit nonetheless.

Let´s ride.

[soft guitar music]

[music continues]

Hold it down.

We're trying to meditate.

Let them have their fun, Deep-Water.

Please stop, stop, stop.

Stop moving.

Cry-baby.

Scaredy cat.

[birds chirping]

Dammit! You let Cry-baby get away.

She probably crawled off to die.

What a rookie mistake.

You see kids, the reason we take captives is to enrich and diversify our bloodline.

If this girl is strong, we'll adopt her into our tribe.

Some more of your bullshit? Let's ride.

[suspenseful music]

[suspenseful music]

[suspenseful music]

Hold it right there. What's going on?

We are refugees seeking asylum.

Senor, these people are illegal immigrants attempting to flee

the United States of Mexico without the proper documentation.

I am detaining them.

On what authorityt?

On the authority vested in me,

by the sovereign nation of Mexico, senor.

He´s our persecutor.

I am Capitán Diego de Alcaraz.

Of la Guardia Rural,

at your service, senor.

Well, I´m Captain Isaac Burton,

Texas Rangers, Company F,

and you ain´t in Mexico no more.

Oh si, senor.

That is the Devil's River

The border is 20 leagues to the north.

The border is where I say it is.

You´re in Texas, son..

This man killed my husband.

He wants to force my son into his murdering cartel.

And make my daughter a whore.

I place myself and my family under your protection, senor.

Well you come to the right place, muchacha. Here in the greatest state in the greatest country in the world,

you can be free and live with dignity.

And you can get back on your own side.

But senor,

I am on my side.

You heard the captain.

Now git!

Lo siento, senores. I am sorry,

but my honor forbids it.

My duty to my country demands I uphold her laws.

Same here, compadre. I got my duty to perform.

Perdoname, mi capitan.

Begging your pardon,

but you are risking an international incident.

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Now I done told you to hightail it.

You best get to hightailing, or fill your hand.

I urge you to consider diplomacy by friend.

How's that for diplomacy?

Muchas gracias, me jefe.

We don't have to live in fear anymore.

Our miserable journey is over.

That's right, chica.

All your miseries are about to be over.

Grab' em boys.

Nice and black. Just like an Injun´s.

What's going on?

Ain´t we all on the same side.

Me and the boys were sick and tired

of you're spit and polish Rangering.

We're quitting company F.

Aren't you familiar with the penalties for mutiny?

Now you all returned to your duty,

and we'll forget this breach of discipline ever happened.

You ain't our boss no more, Burton.

We done quit.

You can't up and quit on me in the midst of a patrol.

As a matter of law, Captain,

Mr. Glanton is technically correct.

Holden, you're the most pettifogging,

prevaricating son of a bitch I have ever seen.

You must not spend much time in Texas courts of law.

Out here, I am the law.

Burton, I fought for Texas.

I fought the Mexicans at San Jacinto and at Monterrey.

And I rangered for them,

destroyed the Karankawa and drove out the Tonkawa.

And when I came home and found my wife and kids like the Apache done them,

when I found them like that,

I swore I'd take the hair off every Injun I see.

All I asked was to lead a company of rangers against them. But no.

They send me down to the border

to put down rebellious peons for the big rancheros.

That's it. I quit.

I'm going into business for myself.

Well, hell.

I quit too.

What kind of business you going into, Glanton?

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You can't do that.

Scalping's now illegal in the state of Texas!

I'm afraid that senior Capitán was correct, Captain.

We're not in Texas.

Oh, Judge?

I said I quit.

Let me get in on a little bit of the fun.

Sorry, Joe.

The boys don't trust officers,

especially one as corrupt as you.

No, wait.

I'm not corrupt.

I'm a non-commissioned officer.

I believe they regard that as a distinction without a difference.

Quit your bitchin', Joe.

Your sergeant's pay brings you up to $13 a month.

That's more than you can spend.

You wanna get in on the fun, Holden?

I consider this not mere entertainment,

but a sacral ceremony.

We are enacting the primordial rite

that gave rise to modern man.

That's some rare bullshit, Judge.

[baby crying]

Hey, they're little baby.

Hey, Dick.

For your collection.

Thank you.

Dynamite!

[suspenseful music]

You are not setting us afoot away out here.

Lamentably, we must part thus. Seen from our point of view,

You will concede the necessity.

We are going to perish in this wilderness.

We will start walking.

We have to report this mutiny to Major Adamson.

Major Adamson?

That's got to be 50 miles or more.

Almost finished.

I look funny

We give you a man's hairstyle for your naming ceremony because you have chosen the Warriors' path.

Your name will be strong and brave.

Hmm.

What will my name be?

Soon, you will know.

Come, my child.

Welcome to the naming ceremony for my favorite daughter.

She's your only daughter, Coughing-Buffalo. So far

That's my son.

Come forward, daughter.

When my daughter first came among us, she was an orphan

and an immigrant. But she showed such courage and endurance, that we inducted her into our tribe.

We are the last free band of Comanche.

All the rest are on the lists in that terrible prison they call a reservation,

a desert with nothing to eat or drink.

And our numbers are so few.

Today my daughter chooses to walk the warrior's path, to help us stave off annihilation

at the hands of the foreigners, the newcomers, the savage, barbarian list-checkers.

[western music]

Granddaughter, have you chosen the Warriors' Path?

Yes, Grandfather.

Then you will need a name full of strength and courage.

Granddaughter, you came to us from afar,

born to a savage race of strange creatures,

born devil and human.

But here among us, you have become one of the people.

You bring new blood to mingle with ours,

to enrich and strengthen us,

and to increase the fertility of our tribe.

For this, we honor, love and respect you,

and wish to give you a name that will show you

that respect.

Yes, Grandfather.

We all know the magical fertility of mother coyote.

When plenty coyotes inhabit the land,

mother coyote only wipes one or two pops.

But when the foreigners come with their guns and their traps and their poison and their lists,

and many coyotes are massacred, then the mother whelps 10, 11, or 12 pups

to replace those who were killed.

Granddaughter, you will bring life to the Comanche just as the fertile mother coyote

brings life to her kind.

To confer her powers on to you, we will give you a powerful name.

Fertile Vagina of a Mother Coyote.

[western music]

What's wrong with you?

The ants.

What ants?

Driving me crazy,

running up and down my arm.

You ain't got no arm.

Whatever happened to your arm, Lefty?

Got shot by aKioway,

tommyhawked.

Started to rot, and the ants got to it.

Had to cut it off.

By yourself?

Yeah,

and them ants ain't never stopped,

biting and stinging and burning like fire.

Whatcha writing in that book, Judge?

This limestone is from the Cretaceous.

That's 60 million years ago.

Never went far in my cyphering,

that sounds like a lot.

That was the end of the age of the dinosaurs.

What's a dinosaur?

They were giant dragons that roamed the earth.

That's more your bullshit, Judge.

Their bones are in these rocks.

Why do you care so much about rocks and bones?

That's geology, son.

The earth is full of untold treasure.

You've got to dig for gold, diamonds, petroleum.

[birds chirping]

What's that?

A kind of oil that burns real hot.

I don't know. Seems like pretty poor country to me, Judge.

The land of the Jola, my people, is very fat.

We grow more rice than we can eat.

Looks can be deceiving. There's flint in these rocks.

We don't need no arrowhead.

It's true that the value of the land is in the eye of the beholder.

The Comanche fought for this land.

Howdy, Judge.

Well, hello my dear.

Do I know you?

No, but I know you.

Then you have me at a disadvantage.

I can guess why you're here.

Dead Comanches.

Well we're scalp takers and widow makers from way back.

There's one last pack of wild Comanche, camped somewhere on the headwaters of the Devil's River,

and I want them dead.

The whole pack?

All but one.

There's a white woman among them.

I want her.

Who is she?

My sister.

And who are you?

They call me the Devil with Eyes like Frost.

I know what the Comanche call you, what's your right name?

Your white name?

Iris.

Thus, your fondness for the family Iridaceae.

Indeed.

And are you also a messenger of the gods who rides the rainbow

betwixt heaven and earth?

No, Amigo.

I come from hell.

[suspenseful music]

A little tonic to keep off the rheumatism, Padre.

I'm sure the good Lord would never object to little tincture,

especially when it's for medicinal purposes.

Things sure have changed since the old days, haven't they Padre?

You got that right.

Why, there is not but one band of wild Comanches in this whole part of the country.

All the rest are on the reservations, thank God.

They say there's a white woman among them.

So I've heard.

She must have been a captive in that last big raid on the settlements.

What was that?

It must be ten years ago.

Yeah, about that.

You know, part of me admires them.

They are a very spiritual people, very traditional.

And I love their sense of humor.

Me too.

I came to admire them when I rode with Quannah.

But, you know, I sure don't miss their heathenish, murdering ways.

Something ain't quite right. You kill off all the Comanches,

it's just like killing the buffalo or the coyotes.

It changes the whole ecology, and not for the better.

[birds chirping]

Sometimes, even when you do everything you can,

there's nothing you can do.

You see, Granddaughter, the wind, the rocks, the water and the animals are your brothers and sisters,

your family.

They want to know you.

If you listen, they will talk to you.

Then you need never fear them.

What you fear, you will destroy.

But these newcomers, these foreigners, they never listen.

They never talk to the animals.

They never talk to the wind, the water, or the rocks.

They never even talk to people.

They just put them on their lists and they destroy them.

I will listen, Grandfather

Now, Coyote Woman, you have one challenge remaining on your warrior's path.

What is that, Father?

Your spirit quest.

All alone, you will travel a long journey to the Devil's Sinkhole.

There you will fast and pray for three sun-ups.

Then your spirit animal will come to you.

This is your totem,

the guide of your spirit.

Listen carefully and he will bring you powerful medicine.

Father, I will go to the Devil's Sinkhole and seek my medicine.

[suspenseful music]

Where are you going?

I too must undertake a spirit quest.

My brother, go not again among the foreigners, the newcomers.

Their spirits are toxic,

But their medicine is powerful.

My name is She-Who-Rides-The-Wind.

In your warrior spirit will be the speed, the power, and the lethal strength of the female red-tailed hawk.

Now, look into the water.

[suspenseful music]

We don't want any that horse piss. Give us the good stuff.

This is the good stuff.

Judge, what are you writing in that notebook?

Notes.

And so, mine host, I prithee, how came you by your cognomen?

What's that, Judge?

Ain't sure I got one.

Hmm, not your anatomy.

It's your nickname.

Why do they call you Poker Bill?

On account I was poking the fire with a poker

when my old woman cussed me one too many times.

So I beat her to death with it.

That sounds reasonable.

I also play a pretty good hand to five card stud.

[suspenseful music]

I seek powerful medicine.

On another spirit quest there, Chief?

Ardent spirits.

Cactus whiskey for you.

Thirstiest Injun I ever saw.

You let redskins drink in here, Bill?

They have to drink in the pisser.

That's a mighty enlightened attitude.

I'll drink right here.

Give me a glass.

Oh, you don't get a glass.

And only bona fide Americans drink at the bar.

I am American.

You ain't know American.

I was born here.

My father was born here.

And my father's father, too.

Where was your father born?

Scotland.

Wales.

I am a man of the world.

I'm the only real American here.

There's more than a grain of truth in your assertion, my good man.

Indeed, you are a native of the North American continent.

Perhaps we should ask our host to clarify

what he means is only white, male, Christian citizens of the United States are welcome

to drink here.

You dress like a prophet, but your words are full of lies.

I shall call you

false prophet.

I'll go find me a nice clean tree to drink under.

Y'all can drink in the pisser.

The Injun can't hold his liquor. None of them can.

That's a myth, actually.

The natives' propensity for drunkenness is more likely

based on the disruption of their traditional life ways.

That hairs worth money.

Two dollars.

Two dollars. Last time you give five.

That's before someone flooded the market and the bottom fell out.

Hardly seem worth the trouble for one scalp.

Maybe he'll lead us to his pack.

Now, I'd give you good money for that.

I hear there's a white woman among them.

That might be worth something.

The governor pays top dollar for wild women.

We need to track us an Injun.

[suspenseful music]

You look different, daughter.

What did you see in your vision?

The sky on fire and the face of judgment.

And your spirit animal?

Say hello.

Coughing-Buffalo. Hello, old friend.

She-Who-Rides-the-Wind, I know you.

I see vision too.

Yeah.

What?

The False Prophet.

I'm not afraid of him.

Only a stupid person is not afraid of him.

You drink the foreigner's toxic water, it makes you stupid.

You're not Deep-Water anymore.

You're Stupid-Water.

I'm not drunk.

[birds chirping]

Kids nowadays. No patience. No focus. I'll show you.

Grandfather, teach me.

Patience and focus.

Wow.

You boys set afoot again?

Yes sir.

You're fault again, Sergeant Joseph?

No sir.

Maybe the other times, but today it ain't my fault.

So, what happened?

Well sir, Glanton and Holden and the rest of Company F up and quit on us.

They can't do that.

Well, they did.

Then right before our eyes, they slaughtered a bunch of helpless Mexican asylum-seekers and took their scalps.

Said they're going into the hair business.

Texas has more sun than any other state.

We have beautiful sunrises and sunsets,

and in between lots of sons of bitches.

And that JJ Glanton is one natural born son of a bitch.

I reckon you're right, Major.

Damn right, I'm right.

The war on the Comanche is over.

We've got to stop that whoreson before he starts it up again.

And that's your assignment, Captain.

There's only one surviving band of free Comanches out there.

And you've got to save them.

Sir.

We're a Comanche killers,

and you want us to save them.

Damn right.

What about recruits?

Sorry,

Company F will take the field under strength.

Just the two of us?

Company F for fucked.

Yes sir Major, we'll bring in that son of a bitch dead or alive.

I prefer dead and leave him where he lies.

I prefer not to look on that rotten bastard more.

Let the buzzards have him.

You can count on us. He's as good as dead.

Well, what are you waiting for?

What about replacement mounts?

I'm afraid not. Not a horse to be had.

The governor up in Austin is holding back our supplies.

He seems to think letting outlaws wipe out the Comanches

will help his chances for a re-election.

[birds chirping]

Every warrior needs a good horse.

This horse is trouble.

Trouble?

Yeah.

So far, nobody's been able to ride him.

If you can ride him, he's yours.

He's never done that before.

I'll call him Trouble.

Talk to him now.

And listen.

He wants to be your friend.

Howdy boys, y'all look thirsty.

Why don't you belly up to the bar and take a drink or 20 or 30?

Except for him.

Who?

Niggers drink in the latrine, just like Injuns.

Hey ain't no nigger. You a nigger, Dick.

I am no nigger.

Is he a nigger, boys?

You think I'm so full of shit I can't see what's right in front of me?

In Africa he's the king of the Jola people. Right, Dick?

Yes, but the role is more spiritual than secular.

Among my people, we have no rich or poor,

no distinction of class.

We are all equal, all family.

So we have no need of rulers, only wise counselors.

Well, I don't care what he is in Africa.

Here in America, he's nothing but a plain old nigger.

Where are you from, Lefty?

I'm from Serbia.

Where the hell is that?

Eastern Europe.

Beautiful country.

Belgrade is beautiful.

Do you speak any Serbian?

Nah, my parents brought me over here when I was a baby.

It's a beautiful language.

The language of love.

How do you know Serbian?

I learned it from a lovely little Serbian lass.

Of course you did.

What about you, Monkey?

Where are you from?

I'm a half-Siamese.

Do you speak Siamese?

Or half-Siamese?

I used to try when I was a kid.

But mama couldn't stand the way I have mangled the language.

So I stood at, cut my tongue out.

Cut off the inside of my mouth pretty bad, too.

Before I managed to, you know.

Choke her to death.

Good night, mama.

You speak Siamese too?

Naturally.

How do you learn Simese?

From a Siamese guy.

I couldn't learn Siamese from 10 Siamese guys.

You know African too.

It's Wolof.

In Mandinka, the name of his tribe means "payback."

Whatever you do to them, they'll do to you,

good.

Or bad.

Bill, allow me to introduce Dick Johnson, known as Johnson's Dick,

before he killed his slavemaster, Johnson.

Now, whatever demographic category

You try to classify him in.

He's a valued colleague.

What the hell did you just say?

He's one of us. Have a drink, Dick.

Not in this establishment.

What are you going to do? Shoot him?

I'm not armed.

You ain't got a shotgun behind that bar.

What do you got?

[suspenseful music]

Knives it is, then.

I don't want to fight you, Dick.

All righty, then..

Free drinks for everyone!

Who we're gonna sell our scalps now?

That's a good question, considering you just killed him.

To the governor.

Bill is just a middleman,

and then there's that white girl.

All right, drink up, boys.

When the whiskey's gone, we ride.

Why so sleepy, Morning-Star?

Women work twice as hard as men all day.

Then they expect us to work all night too.

Girl, I heard that.

Why does the woman's life have to be so hard?

It's just like your namesake, Mother Coyote. Women are the source of everything.

Men are all talk, aren't they?

But if you're lucky, you can find one that's fun in bed.

And they give us babies.

I don't think I want a baby.

But you must have babies. Your blood is strong.

You must bring you blood to the Comanche, just like Mother Coyote, granddaughter.

I think I'd prefer to be with a woman.

Oh, you can be with whomever you want, but you still must have babies.

[birds chirping]

You go again?

You drink up your dignity.

But I still have my pride.

What's for breakfast?

Jerky.

Company coming.

And they don't look good.

Death comes for breakfast.

They have a white flag.

I've seen too many white flags turn red.

We come in peace.

No white-eye ever come around here in peace.

What do you want with us?

We have nothing to steal.

You stole it already.

Ordinarily, we're in the hair business.

But today, we don't come to take.

We come to buy.

We've got nothing to sell.

What about Coyote Cunt?

Coyote Woman?

She's not for sale.

She's not a dog or a horse.

We want to re-socialize her, Chief.

Bring her back to her own people.

I am Comanche.

I would never return to a nation of savages.

That's your final word.

We have nothing more to say.

[harmonica playing]

Well then, guess we'll just take her.

Try, and you'll get this tomahawk in your ass.

You look white,

but you got a tongue on you like a Comanche.

I'd hate to have to cut it off.

Bloody cunt!

Get´em boys!

[suspenseful music]

[crying and screaming]

Looks like you're the last one left.

You're the chief now.

[suspenseful music]

Grandfather, grandfather, grandfather.

You stay here.

Godammit!

We're too late to save them.

I don't know, partner.

They look kind of safe to me.

We failed to do our duty, dammit.

Let's see if there's any hair left.

Looks like Glanton's work.

They're deader than hell.

The only good kind of Injun.

Take it easy, partner.

You killed my people.

No. We're Texas Rangers sent here to save you.

Rangers? Save Comanches?

I find that hard to believe.

It was our duty.

Well, you sure did a great job.

Who sent you?

Major Adamson.

Major Adamson?

I know him.

We rode with Quannah.

He never put the people on the list.

And who are you?

Chief Stupid-Water.

Well, you don't look like no damn chief.

Well, with the exception of one kid,

I'm the only one left of my tribe.

I guess that makes me chief.

You may not be the only one. Looks like they took a captive.

Then we must follow,

Funny-Jacket.

The name's Burton.

But you are wearing a funny jacket.

And you can call me Sticky Joe.

You smell like buffalo piss.

I think I'll call you that.

We best get to moseying if we´re going to track these murdering bastards down.

Where are your horses?

As it appears, we've been set afoot.

Rangers, with no horse?

And what about you?

Same story.

A Comanche, without no horse?

Here's the rest of my tribe.

Hold on.

We can't take him where we're going..

There's a church near the Devil's Backbone. I know the priest there.

He'll keep the boy safe.

[suspenseful music]

Why like eating babies so much, Judge?

Because babies are the purest and most powerful form of life.

You are one sick fuck, Holden.

That's what I like about you.

I'll jerk the liver.

You are all nothing but disgusting savages.

That's another judgment that rests in the eye of the beholder.

We're not doing anything your people haven't done for a hundred centuries.

Only we do it better.

[suspenseful music]

That's right, boys. Celebrate.

You look like a bunch of ancient Greeks, dancing for the gods.

Only we don't bow down to no goddamn God.

We are the gods of our own religion.

A religion without Gods.

What separates us from the savages is our idealism.

What redeems us is our dedication to an idea.

Not some sentimental pretense, but an unwavering faith in an actionable ideal.

And our idea is-

kill all the bastards.

Say boss, why don't we give this bitch a try?

I'll go first.

Now go easy, boys. We don't want to damage her. Sh's worth money to the governor up in Austin.

I will cut your liver into tiny pieces and feed it to my pet coyote while you watch.

I like to see that.

[suspenseful music]

I go no farther.

Why are we stopping here?

I stay well clear of these places of primitive superstition.

But this is Father Padre's Church.

You call tis a church?

Looks more like a bat cave.

Father Padres is a good friend.

The cub will be safe here.

That's all right for the child, but I'm a powerful shaman.

Wait, where are you going?

I must walk my own path, Funny-Jacket.

On my spirit quest.

We should stick together, we're stronger together.

When the moment comes, I'll be there.

That's a whole lot of Texas out there. How would you find us?

By smell, Buffalo-Piss.

Isaac, my son!

God just answered my prayers.

Howdy, Father Padre.

I ain't seen you in a coon's age.

I know!

What brings you all the way out here?

Our duty.

Of course.

And who are your friends?

This here is Sergeant Joseph, and this scamp is a Comanche.

Somehow he managed to escape JJ Glanton's latest outrage.

Is that godless son of a bitch on the war path again?

Wiped out the last free Comanche band, took their scalps and a captive.

We're trailing him now.

Jesus is merciful, but God is vengeful.

Let us pray.

Oh Lord our God, to whom vengeance belongeth,

Show thyself.

We beseech you to visit your wrath and your fury upon the blasphemer

JJ Glanton and his unholy crew.

Even as you rained your eternal fire on Sodom and Gomorrah,

Even as you slew the Amalekites and the Midianites

and the Canaanites and the Philistines and the Ammonites

to the number of 253,113.

In nomine Patris et Filli, et Spiritus and the third one.

Amen.

Well, is there anything else I can do for you?

Can I leave this polliwogl here with you for safe-keeping

while we deliver God's vengeance to Glanton.

I will be happy to take care of the little fella.

He will be safe here.

He's in the protection to God now.

You don't have a spare horse, do you, Padre?

Or, I reckon too.

I don't even have one horse.

Them fellas at the Vatican,

don't think much about us missionaries out here on the frontier.

Well, thanks anyway.

I guess we're gonna walk all night to steal a march on those fellas.

Walk all night?

We already walked all goddamn day.

Sorry, Padre.

I hate walking.

Just do your duty, Joe.

[soft music]

[crickets chirping]

Bless you.

Bless me.

Can't make up your mind?

What, what brings you to this holy place at this time, my son?

What could bring anyone to this rotting pile any time,

day or night?

This is a house of God, my child.

Well, he sure chose an awful place to live.

Well, we are all children of God.

What are you seeking?

Oh, I'm not seeking. I'm finding.

I want the child.

Ah, the baby Jesus.

No, the Comanche whelp.

Oh, now he isn't an innocent child.

This is a sanctuary.

If this place is so goddamn sacred,

then how come you're hiding that devil's spawn?

Who are you and what do you want?

I want that despicable maggot that the rangers left.

What are you gonna do with him?

I just want to gut him, castrate him, scalp him,

and slit his little baby throat.

Barbecue his ribs,

jerk his liver.

No, no, no, no, he is a child.

Hey, brat.

Come out, come out wherever you are.

Or else I'm gonna cut the padre into little pieces.

[soft music]

Oh, Jesus Christ, have mercy.

No one ever had mercy on me.

I was a child once too.

And it was his filthy kind

that killed my parents.

And raped me.

You see this?

When I went back to my own kind,

they called me an Indian whore.

Used.

Dirty.

They beat me, spit on me, tard and feathered me.

No one ever had mercy on me.

I am a man of God. I loathe violence. I shun it.

But the wrath of God sleeps in every man and you are about to awaken it in me.

This is God's gun.

You created your God in the image of a gun?

Run, child! Run and hide!

[screaming]

You're a priest,

so you probably don't have any balls for me to cut off.

You're mighty good with that knife.

I learned from the best.

The Comanche.

Who else?

Oh, and Holden.

The child is mine.

Kill him all you want.

I get the liver.

Don't even think about sleep, Joe. We've got 'em now.

We ain't got shit, Captain.

I guess you forgot. We're a little bit outnumbered.

I'll say we rush 'em.

Okay. I'll tell you what, you go ahead and rush them.

I'm gonna stay right here and take a little nap

until you figure out an actual plan.

Howdy! I've got a plan.

It'll never work.

It's already working.

[birds chirping]

Hey, monkey.

What do you want, bitch?

Come here.

Why?

I want to poke your eye out.

You are a wild woman.

Maybe I'll come over there and poke you somewheres else.

She killed me!

You ain't dead.

What'd you do,

fall asleep?

No, I had my eye on her the whole time.

Where'd she go?

How should I know. She poked my eye out.

He's still got one, that's all you need.

All right, boys. Let's cut trail.

That's my money out there.

What about me?

The judge will fix you up.

What?

You, you, you, you ain't no doctor, get off of me!

Stupid-Water, I thought you were dead.

How'd you escape the massacre?

I was on a spirit quest.

More white man spirit?

Never mind.

How did you find this here?

I smelled something like buffalo piss.

Who are your friends?

Funny-Jacket.

Buffalo piss.

I can see how you got that name.

That's actually not my name.

I'm actually Sticky Joe.

Well nice to meet you.

I'm Fertile Vagina of Mother Coyote.

That's actually kind of hot.

We're Texas Rangers.

Major Adamson sent us to save your tribe, but we're too late.

Let's get out of here. They'll be on our trail.

Know any place where we can set up a nice ambush?

I know a place.

Only one way in and one way out.

The Tomb of the Ancient Ones.

Yeah.

The trail goes where no horse will-

across the Devil's Backbone.

Awesome.

[birds chirping]

[suspenseful music]

Dammit!

She's got reinforcements.

Somebody help me out here!

Ah! Dammit! Take it easy, will you?

Ah!

That was easy.

Glanton, what happened?

Damn bitch got clean away.

You had her! You had her and you let her get away! Follow me!

Well, this will do.

Nice.

I'll be back.

Where are you going?

Spirit quest.

Who were these people?

The ancient ones.

No one knows their name, or how they died.

They vanished long before our people came here.

That's weird.

You all try to get some sleep, I'll take first watch.

[suspenseful music]

Well, don't you feel a little grateful?

For what?

For what? Well, for one, I saved you're life.

I saved your life Buffalo-Piss. You can put your dick away.

You know? This is an ungrateful world.

Get up! Get out! It's an ambush!

Hi, Sis. Long time no see.

You're not my sister.

I see, you found friends.

[suspenseful music]

Glanton, you murdering son of a bitch. Drop your guns. You're under arrest.

You hear that boys? We're under arrest!

Actually I was going to invite you to join us.

Sorry. We have to take you in.

I'll roll with you boys.

Sorry, Joe. Just kidding. We don't trust officers,

Even none-commissioned ones.

I'll come on, man.

You know I can lift hair has good as these boys.

One wrong move and you're all out of the hair business for good.

Shooting a prisoner in custody is against the law.

That's a good look for you.

I'm going to poke your eye out and skull fuck you!

We'll see who skull fucks whom.

It's getting late now.

Why don't we take our friends for a little walk?

[laughter]

Since you all are siding with the traditional Native American Plains cultures,

I thought you'd appreciate taking a little Comanche walk.

[suspenseful music]

What are those four?

You ever heard of a sun dance?

How could you do this to your old compadres?

You're traitors. You took up with the Comanches.

And with them, it's war to the knife.

The war is over.

War is never over.

The history of man is the history of war.

As long as there are humans

on this earth, there will be war.

And even if there aren't

humans around, we'd make war on earth herself.

War is the ultimate expression of religion,

economy, science, technology,

the pinnacle of political life.

War is what ultimately makes us human.

And on top of everything,

war is a whole hell of a lot of fun.

I've always wondered which one of you was the better ranger.

I ain't fighting Joe. He's my partner.

No worry, partner.

[suspenseful music]

What are you waiting for?

Quit fucking around!

Get him, Sticky!

I thought you were rangers!

Son of a bitch!

Bravo!

I always thought you were a better man than Burton..

So, now can I join your outfit?

You can join him!

Now, what are we gonna do with you?

We could crucify her.

That's a good idea, Judge. But we ain't got no nails.

The Romans mostly used rope to bind their victims to the cross.

[suspenseful music]

Howdy, old timer.

Why, howdy Deep-Water.

I haven't seen you since we rode with Quannah.

They call me Stupid-Water now.

Too many spirit quests?

Yeah.

You got any?

The good stuff, huh?

What brings you here?

Trouble.

[suspenseful music]

You lool just like my wife,

last time I've seen her.

You can join her in heaven, if you believe in that shit.

Go to hell!

Been there, done that.

Got anything to eat?

Jerky.

What kind?

Baby liver.

Never mind.

What are you doing there, Holden?

Taking your likeness?

Why, are you some kind of pervert?

To eternalize you.

I'm supposed to be flattered?

You're among the last of the Comanche,

even though you're not really a Comanche, biologically speaking.

I am a Comanche Woman.

Comanche is not about blood.

Comanche is a way of life, a culture,

in every way superior to your own.

Who am I to judge?

You will die with that smile on your face.

Who wouldn't want to die with a smile of satisfaction?

When you die, the satisfaction will be mine.

I don't know what you're so angry about.

Your place in American history is assured.

You'll go down on the books as a heroic example of resistance to oppression.

Of course, you're a catastrophe, a monumental failure.

But through that holocaust,

comes the birth of this new country,

the United States of America.

You are so full of shit.

And you know what's so funny about heroism, resistance,

oppression, failure, catastrophe, holocaust?

Humanity will repeat its error over and over again.

Humans are so predictable.

I hope you like it.

[harmonica playing]

You couldn't have cut the other one?

I've never shot four arrows at once.

I don't have the focus and patience.

Where have you been?

Wait. Spirit quest?

Yeah.

Shit.

You remember what I told you about your eye,

Monkey boy?

I didn't believe you.

A Comanche never breaks her word.

Good shot.

Now I'll lead you to Trouble.

I say we have enough trouble already.

No, Trouble.

Your horsese, I found him.

Oh!

[birds chirping]

Hi, Trouble.

I missed you.

And now we split up.

I go to the Devil's River crossing.

You lead them to me.

We trap them.

But first, go to Major Adamson.

How do you know Major Adamson?

Spirit quest.

He has powerful medicine.

I was wrong.

About what?

She is a true Comanche woman after all.

She run off our horses!

Godammit!

Set afoot in his god forsaken wilderness!

[suspenseful music]

I'm sick of this shit.

You all are playing a loser's game,

and I'm out of here. Good luck.

Buena suerte. Adios, amigos.

Arrivederci.

Auf wiedersehen.

Aloha and sayonara.

[suspenseful music]

Congratulations, Glanton.

You're now Comanche prey.

I ain't no one's prey, bitch.

Keep telling yourself that.

I know you, Deep-Water.

They call me Stupid-Water now.

You look really pathetic now.

Where is she?

In your ass!

This is going to be fun.

And you tought me all about fun.

[suspenseful music]

May waters ran deep.

The foreign spirit made me stupid.

In the cry of the coyote,

the breath of the wind,

in the grass,

my spirit...

Will haunt the land.

Trouble, old pal. You´re looking good.

How´s it hanging, old stud?

You know each other?

We've met.

And you must be Coyote Woman.

Stupid-Water's told me a lot about you.

All good, of course.

He said you have strong medicine-

for a white eye, and a woman.

Sounds like him.

Is everything going to plan?

[laughter]

How'd you know about the plan?

We worked it out when he came here on his spirit quest.

He drank all my whiskey-

the good stuff.

He said you have powerful medicine.

The best.

Dynomite.

Fucking Son of a...

I can't fucking believe it!

Fucking whore!

Kill the bitch!

We're gonna kill the bitch!

Comanche whore.

She got us outdone in every move.

I say we split up and outfflank her.

I don't think so.

Since when do you do the thinking?

Like the Judge said, this is a loser's game.

And I quit.

You can't quit.

Let him quit.

Dick, what the hell are you thinking?

I'm thinking,

why split the money if I can take this bitch myself.

[gunshot]

You wouldn't shoot me, would you?

After everything we've been through together.

Fucking bitch!

Howdy, Glanton,

you mutinous son of a whore.

If I let go with this thing,

there won't be enough of you left to put in my tobacco pouch.

At least you're not a Comanche.

Don't be so sure.

Hold him here, Major, till I get back.

I've got to check on Stupid-Water.

You´re working with her?

We're working together.

A white man and a Comanche!

Yeah, and you better get used to it.

[footsteps]

[suspenseful music]

I knew those men were no match for you, Sis.

Neither are you. And I'm not your sister, remember?

It's too bad you missed Deep-Water's barbecue.

He was marinated in bourbon,

the good stuff.

You have a great sense of humor.

Not as good as the Comanche.

[suspenseful music]

Come on. You can do it!

You´re a big girl now!

Now strike!

Fraidy cat.

You ain't no Comanche Woman.

Cry-baby!

Where is Glanton?

We brought him along.

Me and Stinky.

Stinky!

I thought you did in the massacre.

Thanks for bringing this whoreson. You saved me a trip.

Shee looks like a porcupine.

Let´s take a little walk.

A Comanche walk.

Wait..Waht are you doing?

Stop! No!

[screaming]

Now walk.

[suspenseful music]

Give him hell.

Slowly.

For Grandfather.

For mother.

This is for my people.

Nice hair.

That´s a good look for you.

[suspenseful music]

I wasn´t done.

You´ve had your revenge.

Not quite.

Look to the south.

[suspenseful music]

Beastly hot.

Well, what is your judgement, Mr. Beadle?

This is a rollicking tale, Judge,

but why did we have to meet in this god-forsaken country?

I love Mexico:

The weather, the food, the senoritas.

It wouldn´t be because you´re wanted by the law in Texas?

You read the book, Erastus.

It reads like a dime novel to me.

And you´re the hero.

That´s how it turned out.

I´m concerned about the ending.

Can´t we punch it up?

We need something more explosive.

It´s true to history.

I can´t change the past.

And history will repeat itself.

Humans are so predictable.

Very well.

I take ship this afternoon to Washington.

I´m sure the president will love it.

I can wire you the money.

Excellent, my good man.

[soft music]

[waves crashing]

Allow me, madame.

[fire crackling]

Who´s smiling now, Holden?

[rock music]

Satisfied?

Satisfied.

[soft guitar music]