Original subtitles

(orchestral music)

(horses whinnying)

(wind howling)

(birds chirping)

♪ If you wanna have a good time ♪

♪ Join the cavalry ♪

♪ Join the cavalry ♪

♪ Join the cavalry ♪

♪ If you wanna catch the devil ♪

♪ Wanna have some fun ♪

♪ If you want to smell like hell ♪

♪ Join the cavalry ♪

♪ Cavalry ride the horses, walk in infantry ♪

♪ You walk in infantry ♪

♪ You walk in infantry ♪

♪ I rode through Alabama ♪

♪ I rode through Tennessee ♪

♪ I rode my way through Georgia ♪

♪ With my guitar on my knee ♪

♪ My horse died this morning ♪

♪ It's a cryin' shame ♪

♪ Now I'm gonna have to walk ♪

♪ Dem Yankees are to blame ♪

♪ When I was a young boy, my mama says to me ♪

♪ When I was on her knee, my mama says to me ♪

♪ Cavalry ride the horses ♪

♪ You walk in infantry ♪

♪ Mama sure the hell was wrong ♪

♪ My feet are killin' me ♪

♪ Cavalry ride the horses ♪

♪ You walk in infantry ♪

♪ You walk in infantry ♪

♪ Don't join the cavalry ♪

- Get a fire goin'.

It'll be night soon.

- I think I'd like to build me a fire

right here under this old horse.

We hadn't had any fresh meat around here in quite a while.

The way I see it,

horse meat's better than no meat at all.

- That's enough of that.

Captain will be back soon, and I told you before,

I'll ask him then.

- Come on, Jud.

- [Jud] Hmm.

(gentle acoustic guitar music)

(horse neighing)

- Evening, corporal.

- Evening, Tom.

- [Tom] You're next on watch.

- Yeah, I know. It's gettin' about that time.

Uh-oh.

(vulture squealing)

Those vultures could be a problem if that old horse dies.

They're not really so ugly.

They've a mighty pretty color around the head.

Then you stop and think about it.

The only thing they eat is old dead rotten meat.

Kinda makes you sick, don't it?

- It's gettin' late.

You head on up there to the top of the ridge

and relieve Carson.

Well, here he comes now.

(horse whinnying)

(dramatic drum beat)

(vulture squealing)

♪ Look out, town ♪

♪ Look out, town ♪

♪ They're headed your way ♪

♪ Look out, town ♪

♪ They're headed your way ♪

♪ Look out, town ♪

♪ They're headed your way ♪

♪ Gold ♪

♪ Headed your way ♪ ♪ Gold is their God ♪

♪ Headed your way ♪

♪ And they ain't ♪ ♪ Headed your way ♪

♪ Gonna play ♪

♪ 'Cause they're the scavengers ♪

♪ They're headed your way ♪

♪ Robbing and stealing, that's their game ♪

♪ And killing, killing brothers, it's their middle name ♪

♪ So you better run for cover if your town is tame ♪

♪ They'd spell love like you'd spell lust ♪

♪ And they've already turned 10 towns to dust ♪

♪ Hearts made of ice ♪

♪ Gold rules their minds ♪

♪ They'd rob from the cripple ♪

♪ And they'd steal from the blind ♪

♪ They're the scavengers ♪

♪ Bad, bad men ♪

♪ They'd kill the father, the mother ♪

♪ They'd even kill the child ♪

♪ Their first name was Running ♪

♪ And their last name was Wild ♪

♪ Rape was their pleasure ♪

♪ And killing a gag ♪

♪ They had no country, they had no flag ♪

♪ Might come by day ♪

♪ Might come by night ♪

♪ But when they come, be ready to fight ♪

♪ They're the scavengers ♪

♪ Mean, mean bastards ♪

♪ So all you people, on your knees and pray ♪

♪ All you people, on your knees and pray ♪

♪ That the outlaw scavengers ♪

♪ Don't head your way ♪ ♪ Look out, town ♪

♪ Look out, town ♪

(vulture screaming)

(fire crackling) (Dillon yawning)

- How's he doin?

- Just fine. For us.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- It means that old horse is deader n' hell.

- What's so good about that?

Tomorrow, when we leave outta here,

now one more man gotta walk.

- So what?

Hey, man, they don't care about you and me.

We was the first to walk.

Tell you what, Jud.

Why don't you and me slip back over there to that old horse

and cut ourselves a nice thick red juicy horse steak?

- You heard the sergeant!

He said he'd ask the captain when he comes back.

Now, it ain't no use to askin' for no trouble.

- The captain ain't gonna let us have no meat.

Why don't we go over there and, uh,

cut into the underside lyin' on the ground?

Because that way nobody would ever know a thing.

(both laughing)

- [Dillon] The captain! The captain's back.

Do like I told ya.

- Evening.

- [Dillon] Well, evening, sir.

- [Jud] Evening.

Why aren't you men cooking dinner for us?

- Well, sir, uh...

Sergeant West was wanting to talk to you about that.

- Where is the sergeant?

- Um, he's in the tent.

(footsteps rustling)

- Good evening, sir.

- Evening, Sergeant.

Everything in order?

- Yes, sir.

- How's Parker doing?

- Much better, sir.

We filled him with enough warm water to get him to sleep.

- Very good. Who's on watch?

- Williams, sir.

- Excellent.

Now, what's all this about dinner, Sergeant?

I asked the men why they weren't cooking dinner

and they said you had something to talk to me about.

- Well, yes, sir.

- Well, go on.

- Another one of the horses dropped dead today.

- [Captain] Then assign a burial detail

and let's get it taken care of.

- Pardon me, sir,

but it seems the work might be faster if the men were fed.

- The work will be faster, Sergeant,

when the men realize they will not be fed until it is done.

Now, give the proper order.

- Sir.

I have no intention of arguing with a captain.

However, sir, as a non-commissioned officer myself,

I feel I have the right to make any statements

to my commanding officer,

which I feel to be in the line of duty

and necessary under these circumstances.

(Captain laughing)

- Okay, well, all right, Sergeant.

What do you feel is necessary?

- I honestly feel the men need a change of diet.

They've been eating nothing but green

and mush for over 60 days.

It is my opinion that unless they receive a proper supply

of rations within the next few days,

that we start to lose some of them.

- And what do you suggest?

- Well, sir, there was a suggestion of some of the men that

perhaps we might cut a few steaks from the horse.

- I see.

Well, that's very interesting.

(horse neighing)

- [Sergeant] Sir.

If Parker doesn't get something solid, he's gonna die.

If he does,

well, the men are gonna rile up.

- Now, suppose you relay this message to the men.

That horse will be buried before dinner.

You will see to it

that there are no vultures in this detachment.

Now, you are dismissed.

And, Sergeant...

Should those rations cause any man to think about desertion,

you remind him that desertion is a crime

punishable by hanging.

Now, get the men digging.

(dramatic snare drum music)

- I don't know, Mason, it don't look no better to me.

- We'll be eating better as soon as we move out.

- If we could just get to some place

where we can shoot and make some noise.

Hell, I must have seen a thousand jackrabbits

since we've been here.

I could have shot me one tonight.

He was no more than 20 yards away,

just sitting there looking at me,

begging me to shoot.

I tell you, Mason, the word is out.

Them animals know we can't shoot 'em

and that's why they're just sittin' around lookin' at us.

- Well, Carson,

if then one of them speaks to you,

don't tell me.

Hey, Bradley, get your mess gear.

You might as well eat while Parker's asleep.

- [Bradley] Might as well not eat at all, you mean.

Parker's lucky.

He's too sick to eat.

(horse neighing)

- [Mason] There you go, Bradley.

Now, if this ain't enough, you come on back for seconds.

- [Bradley] Go to Hell, Mason.

- [Mason] Now, Bradley, at least it's nice and warm.

- [Bradley] So's horseshit.

(martial snare drum music)

- Corporal, as I am sure you have suspected,

we'll move out soon.

- Yes, sir.

- I'm going to relate to you our secret orders

so you can take charge should I or Sergeant West

be unable to command.

Sergeant, if you will get me the packet.

(horses whinnying)

(papers rustling)

Now, here is our present position.

12 miles from here is the town of Tazewell,

which is located halfway between Williamsburg and Knoxville.

Tazewell is our destination.

I want the men up and ready to go at daybreak.

Only take what is absolutely necessary.

We'll be returning here, God willing, before we head south.

Now, our spies tell us that most of the people

in Tazewell have either been killed in the fightin'

or have just packed up and left.

The Yankees maintain a small remount station

with just one man.

And sometime in the next three or four days,

a Yankee supply wagon is gonna stop to get fresh horses.

That wagon will be carryin' the pay

for 5,000 men stationed at Knoxville.

300,000 Yankee dollars, all in gold.

Now you know why this mission is so important.

Corporal, the men are dead-tired, bone-weary, half-starved.

But I know them.

They've been with me since the start.

I've nursed ''em, fed 'em, raised 'em on hate.

Don't you change that diet.

These men have lost their families,

their homes, their savings.

They've lost everything they have except their hate.

If they get in trouble, hate will keep them goin'.

Don't appeal to their patriotism.

They're fresh out of patriotism.

You put your faith in hate, son.

D I wish I was in the land of cotton )

D Old times there are not forgotten J

D Look away, look away D

D Look away, Dixie Land D

D Oh, I wish I was in Dixie )

D Hooray, hooray J

D In Dixie Land, I'll take my stand p

D To live and die in Dixie D

D Away, away D

D Away down south in Dixie )

D Away, away D

D Away down south in Dixie )

D I wish I was in Dixie, hooray, hooray )

D In Dixie Land, I'll take my stand p

D To live and die in Dixie D

D Away, away D

D Away down south in Dixie )

D Away, away D

D Away down south in Dixie )

(soldiers cheering)

(horses neighing)

(dogs barking)

- [Mason] Captain, look over there.

What the hell is that?

- A bunch of niggas and their pickaninnies.

Probably runaway slaves, renegades.

- [Mason] It looks like some kind of camp

or shanty town.

But what are they doin' staying out here

in the middle of nowhere?

- [Captain] Hmm, who knows why those cannibals do anything?

- [Williams] Hey, let's go shoot 'em up, Captain.

- [Captain] Tazewell's just over the next ridge.

We can't risk it.

Let's move on.

(soldiers groaning)

(dog barking)

(hooves pattering)

- [Sergeant] This part of Tazewell

looks safe enough, Captain.

- Maybe, but let's make sure.

Dillon, Williams.

Bradley, stay here with Parker.

I want you two men to go around front.

Sergeant West and I will conceal ourselves

somewhere near the corral.

All right, move out.

(dramatic ominous music)

(gun clicking)

(dramatic suspenseful music)

(wooden floor creaking)

(wind howling)

(door clacking)

(water sploshing)

(wind howling)

(door banging shut) (footsteps tapping)

(dramatic snare drum music)

(horse neighing)

(footsteps pattering)

(ominous music)

- Say, fellas, ain't no need for them guns.

We ain't gonna give you no trouble.

Just pay for what you eat and drink.

Hey, Lucille, get them girls down here.

We got some surprise company.

Howdy, Captain.

Howdy, boys, come on in.

(gentle acoustic guitar music)

(soldiers laughing)

- Well, look at that. - We either captured us

a girl's school or a convent or a whore house.

- [Soldier 1] With my luck, it'll be a convent.

- [Soldier 2] If’s this is a convent,

I'd sure as hell like to run for Pope.

(soldiers laughing)

- [Lucille] Welcome, boys.

How about a drink?

- [Soldier 2] Two months with no meat

and now all this meat and no potatoes.

- Hey, Bradley, finished eat in?

- Yeah, Sarge.

- [Sergeant] Then go on out and relieve Dillon on watch.

(gentle banjo music)

- How long you lived in this town?

- Born here.

- Oh, it's a real nice town.

I'll bet it's good farmin' land.

- It was, but they didn't keep up the land.

Wanna go upstairs for a quarter?

How about a dime?

- I got an idea.

Why don't we go get somethin' to eat?

I mean, I'll bet you know someplace

where we can get some good food.

Like maybe some meat? A steak, maybe, something like that?

- You don't wanna go upstairs for a dime?

- I ain't got a dime.

- [Soldier 3] Told you, I ain't got it!

- [Bradley] Hey, Dillon, you up there?

- [Dillon] Yeah. You're my relief?

- [Bradley] Yeah.

- [Dillon] Well, it's about time!

(upbeat music) (men laughing cheering)

- [Soldier 4] Hold it, Charlie, tighter!

Hold on.

Hold..

(soldiers cheering)

- Pull! - He's a big bear.

Big bear? Like a bunny bear. - Come on, Jud.

- [Soldier 4] He got it.

Come on, Jud!

Come on, Jud. - Pull! Pull, baby!

- [Soldier 4] Yeah! (cheering)

(soldiers cheering)

- [Mr. Marsh] It looks like your boys

are enjoying themselves. (laughs)

I sure hope they don't get all wore out.

Uh, my girls are thinking about having a little party.

(Mr. Marsh laughing)

- Sergeant West?

- Come on, come on, yeah. - Well, I'll be damned.

Yankee money.

(soldiers laughing) - Whoo.

- I think the men have earned themselves some relaxation.

Don't you agree, Sergeant?

- Yes, sir.

- [Jud] There's gonna be a fight!

- Thank you, sir.

(upbeat music)

(soldiers laughing and cheering)

- They're havin' a party.

(upbeat bright music continues)

(soldiers cheering, laughing)

(upbeat music continues)

How could they do it?

How could they have a party with me on watch?

(mid-tempo music)

- [Lucille] Oh! (laughing)

- [Carson] Uh-oh! I'm sorry. Slipped! - Yeah!

(soldiers laughing)

(moaning)

(mid-tempo music continues)

- [Dillon] I'll show you how, come here. Come here!

(soldiers laughing)

Hey, kiss her!

- [Parker] Hey, that's enough. She's mine!

(moaning)

- [Soldier 1] Stop it, Joe. Have some fun!

(group cheering) - [Soldier 2] Look what I found.

- [Soldier 3] Yee-haw! - [Soldier 4] Lord...

(indistinct chatter) (group cheering)

(mid-tempo music continues)

How could they do it?

(group laughing) -Straight down the valley, Williams!

(group cheering) (gulping)

Lick it faster. Lick it, man!

- Yeah, drink it up boys!

- Get in there!

(indistinct cheering) - Hell, Williams, that's glorious!

- Hey, mate, you wanna put a nipple in a bottle?

(group laughing) (gulping)

- Heeey, Mason!

Hey, are you gonna chew it or are you gonna drink?

(Mason laughing) I'm gonna chew and drink!

(group laughing) (gulping)

- Hey, hey, Mason, show 'em how much you Texans can drink!

(group cheering) (gulping)

(thud) . (group laughing)

- Look at him!

- I knew he would.

(cheering) (mid-tempo music intensifies)

(indistinct chattering)

(cheering) (laughing)

[Soldier 1] We just go and run into a stock yard full of 'em!

[Woman 1] Kiss it!

[Woman 2] Oh, don't!

(group moaning)

(mid-tempo music continues over indistinct chatter)

[Carson] I can't take any more of this, let's go.

(laughing)

- [Jud] Hey, where you all goin'? - Same place you're goin'!

(laughing) - C'mon, Jud!

What'cha waiting for?

Come here. (moaning)

(group laughing)

God damn!

(laughing continues)

(light, sensual music) (moaning)

(upbeat, sensual music) (laughing)

(grunting) -[Williams] God damn!

- Williams, what the hell you doin'?

How can I concentrate? - All right!

- Let's get these clothes off.

(women laughing)

Get over! (women laughing)

C'mon, get over!

Get over! - Ah! Go yourself!

Why won't these come off?

(women laughing)

(angry grunting) Get 'em off!

(women laughing) Get 'em off!

Ah! Now, by God!

(woman squealing)

(light, sensual music) - [Carson] What's a nice girl like you--

- Shut up.

(both moaning) - You sure kiss good.

I got a little farm. I was thinkin' --

- Will you shut up? Here...

(light, sensual music continues)

- [Carson] Oh, that tickles.

(Williams moaning)

(upbeat, sensual music)

[Mason] Yeehaw!

You know what I want.

[Jud] Yeah, I know what you want, the whole bed!

(light, sensual music)

(upbeat, sensual music)

(Williams laughing)

(Williams groaning) - Oh, yeah!

(light, sensual music)

(woman breathing deeply) - In! In! In!

(patrons and hostesses laughing)

- [Soldier 5] Ah-ha! I told you

the South would rise again.

(soldier laughing)

(Lucille laughing)

(soldier moaning and groaning)

(soldier clears throat)

- [Soldier 2] I've never done it this way before.

- [Lucille] You want your pants on?

- And my boots, too. (Lucille moaning)

(Mason huffing)

- How is it a man who runs a remount station for the Yankees

deep inside Yankee territory, can be so friendly

with the likes of us?

(Mr. Marsh laughing)

- Well, I'll tell you, Captain.

I look at this situation sorta philosophical-like.

People that used to live in this town

have seen more than their share of the war.

That street out there must have change hands 20 or 30 times

and it didn't make no difference which side won.

Result was always the same:

women got raped, stores got robbed.

So one day everybody just up and left.

Except me and the girls,

and we stayed 'cause we got somethin' to offer both sides,

somethin' neutral and necessary like horses,

whiskey and sex.

(Captain laughing)

- [Captain] You've been experiencing any Yankee activity

around here lately?

- Oh, nothin' much, Captain.

We make enough to keep our bellies full.

Every once in a while a few stray Rebs

come through here like you fellas.

- Is that a fact?

You expecting any particular Yankee activity

around here tomorrow?

- Oh, nothin' more than usual.

(ominous music)

There'll be a wagon through here tomorrow,

on the way up to Knoxville.

- I imagine that'd be the one coming in from Louisville.

- How'd you know about that?

- That's our business, Mr. Marsh.

We're paid to know what happens in the North.

(Mr. Marsh laughing)

- Well, I bet you boys are glad to be headin' home.

- We are not headin' home.

There may be some who feel they can take a rest

from the fightin',

but there are others like ourselves

who must continue the battle.

- Well, I'll just be danged.

You ain't still fightin' this war, are you, Captain?

Why, hell, this war is plum over for you Johnny Rebs.

- Mr. Marsh, this war will not be over

until the Southern armies have marched into Washington

and every Black man, woman and child is either dead

or bound in slave chains.

(dramatic ominous music)

But I will concede one point, Mr. Marsh.

(gunshot ringing) (Mr. Marsh groaning)

- [Soldier 1] We need to knock it off.

- [Captain] The war is over for you.

- [Soldier 1] Get out of my way.

- [Soldier 2] We got an hour, dammit!

- [Soldier 1] Get outta my way.

(indistinct chatter)

- Sergeant West?

Sergeant West.

- [Soldier 1] Shut up.

- Sergeant, the party is over.

Bring the men back downstairs.

Then I want you to lock all the women in one room

and establish a guard.

I don't want any of ''em escapin'

and revealin' our position. - Who's Charlie?

Help me! Help me!

- It's all right, son.

You just get a hold of yourself.

Everything's gonna be all right, now.

You relax,

you rest.

Sergeant, are we gonna be able to find

any kind of painkiller in this town?

- No, sir.

I had two men search the town out pretty thorough.

Didn't find nothin', though.

Town's been cleaned out real good.

- [Captain] Don't you worry, son.

We're gonna take care of you, don't you worry.

Tomorrow, we'll,

we'll be able to accomplish our mission

and then we're gonna move out.

You watch.

We're gonna get you to a doctor within a day or two.

(Parker groaning)

Sergeant, call up formation.

(trumpet music)

(indistinct chatter)

- Morning, Sergeant.

- Morning, sir.

- How much longer will it be?

- About 15 minutes, sir.

- Carry on.

- Frank, there's no reason for you

to be so stuffy about this.

- Look, Faith.

Even though authority's been relaxed here at the fort,

our orders along the road remain the same: no passengers.

- (sighing) Well, I'm not a passenger, I'm your fiance.

- [Frank] That doesn't make any difference.

- Look, we just want to go as far as Tazewell.

I can get a horse there for Nancy.

I think you'd be a little more concerned

about my safety than you seem to be.

- Honey, you know I'm concerned,

but it isn't as if the fighting was still going on.

I mean, the war's been over now for more than two months.

- (sighing) That's exactly my point, the war's over.

Why maintain this ridiculous attitude

that no one can travel with you?

- All right, all right, you win.

- Good morning, Frank, ma'am.

- Morning, Howard.

The ladies will be traveling with us as far as Tazewell.

- Well, that's excellent.

We'll enjoy their company.

- Gives a man a sense of satisfaction.

At last, we're back in the war.

I was indeed sorry about the man Marsh.

That man had to die due to my error.

- Your error, sir?

- Well, it was my error, Sergeant,

to have trusted him in the first place,

with all that hogwash about

“the war's three great neutral.” (laughing)

Well, it became obvious after a time

that the man was nothin' but a Northern radical,

a Yankee sympathizer.

You do agree, don't you?

- Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, I do.

- Good.

I wouldn't want you to think that Mr. Marsh's death

was unnecessary.

(upbeat snare drum music)

(upbeat triumphant music)

(upbeat triumphant music continues)

(horses trotting)

(upbeat triumphant music continues)

(horses galloping)

(music fades out) (birds chirping)

(hooves beating)

(wagon rattling)

- [Lieutenant] Whoa, whoa!

Allow me, ma'am.

(birds chirping) (footsteps rustling)

- Now! (gunshots ringing)

(soldiers screaming)

(gunfire)

(gunfire)

(dramatic music)

- [Dillon] Howdy, folks.

I'm Dillon. This here's Jud.

(gunpowder keg tapping)

- There it is.

(birds chirping)

(steel chest thudding on ground)

(gunshot ringing)

(chest lid squeaking)

- [Mason] Captain?

This ain't nowhere near 300,000.

(coins clinking in chest)

- This isn't all of it. There's more.

A lot more.

Tear that wagon apart.

(dramatic music)

- [Mason] Open everything.

Bradley, gimme a hand.

- [Bradley] Lend me a knife, Mason.

(grain rattling)

- [Mason] There's nothing in here.

This is empty.

(wooden keg thudding on ground)

(wind howling)

It just ain't here, sir.

Maybe they got it on ''em inside.

- [Captain] Yankee bastards.

I wish to apologize, ma'am,

for any inconvenience I may have caused you,

and to express my sincere hopes

that your journey will not be too greatly delayed.

As for you two gentlemen, it is my duty to inform you

that you are now prisoners of war,

and that any effort to escape

will be met by a forceful action by my men.

- Captain, don't you know?

Haven't you heard?

There is no war.

The war is over.

- Don't you try to trick us, Lieutenant.

We don't trust a Yankee's word.

(Dillon laughing)

There is no question, however, that the war is indeed over.

It is over for Mr. Marsh.

It is over for your four soldiers lying in the back.

And for you two gentlemen,

the war is definitely 100% over.

Private Carson.

Suppose you bury the dead.

Private Bradley,

make this lady comfortable over at one of the tables

and put her Black in the room with the whores.

- Captain, Nancy's my maid and I'd appreciate it

if she'd stay with me.

- Very well, ma'am.

It is not my intention to in any way cause you discomfort.

Your Black may certainly continue to attend to your needs

and desires.

Private Dillon, suppose you make the lieutenant comfortable

over by the stove.

And you, sir, suppose you step over to the bar with me.

(footsteps tapping)

Have you reached a final count?

- Yes, sir.

It comes to just $2,400.

- Well now, that's quite a disappointment,

particularly since our spies have informed us

we should expect a sum in excess of a quarter of a million.

Have you any explanation for this, Lieutenant?

- Captain, as I told you earlier, the war is over.

There used to be 5,000 men along this route,

and sometimes we'd transport as much as...

As much as $300,000 in order to pay them.

But now it's over, Captain.

The war is over.

- Absolutely right, Lieutenant.

Absolutely correct.

Uh, Lieutenant?

I seem to be havin' some trouble

in convincing your fellow officer to cooperate with me

regardin' your gold shipment.

- Yes, sir.

- Perhaps you might wish to be more cooperative.

- [Lieutenant 1] I'll help in any way I can, sir.

- Well now,

I knew I could find somebody in the Yankee army

with some intelligence.

When and how will the rest of the gold be comin' through?

- Captain, there is no more gold.

What you see on the bar there is the full shipment

for this 90 day period.

- Tell me, Lieutenant,

what caused you to join Mr. Lincoln's army?

- Well, sir, I,

I felt the North was right and the South was wrong.

- It's a shame you feel that way.

(gun cocking)

(gunshot ringing)

(dramatic ominous music)

(Faith gasping)

- Cal,

no.

- Now, you see, Lieutenant, I am very serious.

It is obvious this gold has been divided somehow.

Perhaps the rest of it's comin' through here tomorrow.

Or maybe it's comin' by another route.

In any case, Lieutenant,

you might as well understand this right now.

We intend to obtain the rest of that gold

and you are goin' to help us to do it.

(gentle, somber music)

(footsteps tapping)

- Miss Faith, you must stay in control of yourself.

- Oh, God, Nancy, what does he want?

- I don't know, but I do know this.

If we can stay calm, we'll have a better chance with him.

- (sighing) I suppose you're right.

How long do you think he can stand there like that?

- What's important is how long can you hold up?

He'll be all right.

But we've got to stay calm.

- Nancy,

I want to thank you.

- For what?

- For helping,

for understanding.

- Speak louder.

It's impolite to whisper in the presence of your host.

No?

Nothin' to say now?

Well, if you behave yourself, ma'am,

you might just get outta here with your skin.

Oh, with your skin, I said.

Not with much else in the way of what you own,

like that slave there.

- [Faith] She's not a slave.

- I know what it is and I'll treat it accordingly.

- [Mason] Hey, the captain says I relieve you now

instead of later.

He needs you in the saloon.

- [Jud] All right. Comin' down.

- Well now, Lieutenant Nelson, I believe it was?

I suppose right about now, you'd kind of like to sit down

and relax yourself a little.

I don't see any reason why you should continue

to inflict discomfort upon yourself.

All we're after is the balance of the gold shipment,

then we'll be on our way.

Now, sir, when and where will the rest of that gold shipment

be comin' through?

- [Lieutenant Nelson] If you're serious, you must be crazy.

(wine splashing)

(footsteps stomping)

- Private Jud, reportin' as directed, sir.

- Private, I seem to be having some difficulty

in convincing the lieutenant here that we're serious.

So the notion was runnin' through my mind

that perhaps you and say, uh, Private Dillon over there

could reason with the good lieutenant until he realizes

that we are indeed sincere and that we truly intend

to get the information that we need.

- Yes, sir. Be my pleasure.

(fist thudding)

- (Faith screaming) No! No! - Pick him up, Jud.

I'll tickle him a little.

(ominous music)

You've got quite a belly, Lieutenant.

(fist thudding) (Faith screaming)

You ain't been getting enough exercise.

That's for my farm!

- No!

Please, please! - My horses!

My crops!

- [Faith] Oh, God, oh.

(Faith screaming)

- [Dillon] This is for me!

- Stop it, please, stop it!

- [Dillon] You gonna talk now, Yankee?

You gonna tell our captain

what he wants to know?

- [Lieutenant Nelson] The truth...

I'm telling the truth.

- [Dillon] Get him, Jud.

(foot thudding on body)

- Leave him alone. For God's sake, he doesn't know anything.

(sobbing) Leave him alone, please.

What are you all, crazy?

- Now, calm down, ma'am. - He doesn't know any of this.

- You need to calm down.

That's enough, boys. You let him rest a while.

I really didn't expect 'em to go that far.

Now, ma'am, | would suggest you could spare yourself

a lot of trouble if you could tell me where it is.

- I don't have any gold.

Some coins,

Frank's watch, maybe.

- [Captain] Frank?

You are well-acquainted with Lieutenant Nelson?

- He's my fiance.

- Well, now!

May I offer my felicitations to the lady?

(martial snare drum music)

(snare drum music continues)

(Parker gasping)

- Bradley!

- I'm right here, Parker. - Bradley!

- [Bradley] I'm right here.

- It's startin' again.

My head, my head. - It's all right.

- My head, my head. (moaning) - It's all right, Parker.

It's all right.

Just relax.

Relax.

(Parker gasping)

- You remember... Do you remember how it used to be?

Huh, Bradley?

- Sure do, Parker.

Is it better?

- Oh, yes.

It's a whole lot better.

- Maybe you can sleep now.

- Oh, yeah. I think, I think so.

Oh, God, I wish I was home.

- Me, too.

- I see the lieutenant is awake again.

Well now, suppose we get down to business.

Has the lieutenant decided to give us the information

we need regardin' that gold shipment?

Well, all right then.

If you won't talk to save yourself,

maybe you'll talk to save the honor of your fiance.

- Don't touch her.

- I tell you what, Lieutenant Nelson.

I'm gonna do you a big favor.

Yes, sir, I'm gonna give you an example

of what's gonna happen to your sweet little fiance

if your stubbornness continues.

Corporal Williams? Bradley?

Bring this thing over to the bar.

Do what you want to with her.

Bring the other men in.

Let ''em have their fun, too.

If they can stand the idea.

- Hell, Captain, I can stand anything.

(ominous dramatic music)

Bradley, get her.

I'll go to the back.

(Nancy groaning)

- [Bradley] Woo-hoo! I'm gonna get ya! I'm gonna get ya!

(Bradley laughing)

- [Williams] Grab her, Bradley!

Grab her if you want yourself a shine!

(Bradley and Williams laughing)

- Got ya!

- Let me go, you white trash!

Let me go! - Grab her.

(Nancy screaming)

- Let me go.

- [Williams] Grab her feet, Bradley,

get her up on the bar.

- I'm tr yin'. - Come on, Dillon,

Carson, give us a hand.

- [Carson] I'm tr yin'.

- [Nancy] (crying) Stop it.

Stop it, you trash! (screaming)

- [Williams] Hell, we ain't hurt ya yet. (laughing)

Oh, wow, look at her fight!

Grab her by the hair, Carson!

(soldiers laughing)

- Get her dress off. Get her dress off.

- [Carson] Don't let her kick.

Don't let fall off, boy. - Yeah.

- Hey, Dillon, undo the back. - Yeah.

Huh?

- [Bradley] Undo the back.

Watch her nails, watch her feet.

Hold ''em down. Hold her!

- [Williams] I hope that black don't rub off. (laughing)

- [Bradley] Turn her over.

- [Carson] Get up here. Get up, get up.

- [Nancy] (crying) Stop it.

Miss Faith! Miss Faith, help.

- Move her. Move it, move it. - Turn her over.

- [Williams] Turn her over.

- [Nancy] Help. (soldiers laughing)

No, stop.

- [Williams] Don't let her kick.

Don't let her fall, boy.

Pull ''em down!

[Nancy] You pig! You filthy pig.

(laughing) Bradley, what's the matter?

Can't you handle it?

(echoing) Do it. Do it.

(echoing) Do it. Do it.

Hey, Bradley, give her what for!

(Nancy screaming)

(echoing) Do it. Do it.

(echoing continues)

- [Bradley] Hell, I'm a long way from Phoenix

to be forced in this bar.

- [Williams] Well, she's black all over!

- My goodness, that's only a sample.

(ominous music)

- [Dillon] Goddamn, Bradley.

(Nancy crying)

Begging your pardon, ma'am.

- What do you want?

- Well, uh, well, you see, we ain't done with her yet.

I ain't had my turn.

- Oh, you get out of here!

- No, I want my turn!

- You get out of here. - Come here, come.

(Nancy screaming)

Come on, I'll pull every kink out of your head.

Now, dammit, Williams, Bradley,

get off your butts and hold her.

- [Williams] Hey, Dillon, do it!

- [Soldiers] Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

Do it. (Nancy screaming)

Do it.

Do it.

Do it. - [Carson] Corporal Mason.

Your turn to get off the watch.

- [Mason] Right.

(crickets chirping)

(door clacking)

(door clapping shut)

(footsteps tapping)

(soldier's equipment clanking)

- Well, if you men are through amusin' yourselves

with the Black,

we might as well lock the ladies upstairs for the night.

Private Dillon, you take care of the lieutenant's fiance.

Corporal Mason, you take care of the Black, please.

You can leave the lieutenant down here with me.

(feet shuffling and tamping)

(ominous music)

- [Nancy] Would you light the lamp, please?

(ominous rattling effect)

- [Mason] Are you all right?

- [Nancy] Thank you for asking.

- Well, goodnight.

- Corporal.

Why didn't you take your turn out there?

- I don't know.

- You don't like me?

- Yeah, sure, I like you.

- So what's the problem?

You boys been fighting a long time.

Bet you ain't seen a woman in a while.

Sit down.

I noticed you when you came in.

I was kind of hoping for you.

You wouldn't have had to force me.

Not you.

(gentle romantic music)

- [Soldiers] Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

(soldier laughing)

- [Bradley] Hey, Dillon, do it!

I'm gonna get ya! I'm gonna get ya! (laughing)

- [Williams] I got ya! I got ya!

- [Nancy] Oh, let go of me. (screaming)

Stop it!

(ominous music)

(echoing) Do it. Do it.

(ominous music intensifies)

(soldiers laughing)

Do it.

(soldier laughing) I'm gonna get ya, I'm gonna get ya!

(intense ominous music continues)

(Nancy screaming) [Soldier] I got ya!

- [Nancy] White trash! Let me go. No!

- [Williams] Come on, Bradley! Grab her hands, rub her tits.

(echoing) - Do it.

(indistinct soldier insults)

(echoing) - Do it.

[Williams] Get up there, Bradley.

(echoing) - Do it.

[Dillon] Can't you even stay in the saddle.

(echoing) - Do it.

Now, dammit! Williams, Bradley,

get off your butts and hold her.

I'll show you how to keep her silent and stay there.

- [Nancy] Do you like this? - Oh, yes.

Oh, yes. - Do it.

- Do it, Dillon. (echoing)

(echoing continues)

(Nancy screaming) (eerie intense music)

(dramatic ominous music continues)

(somber music)

(dramatic ominous music)

(crickets chirping)

(footsteps tamping)

(footsteps tamping)

(crickets chirping)

(footsteps tamping)

(soft, gentle music)

- I apologize for disturbin' your meditation,

but I felt I had to speak with you.

May I sit down?

I hope you understand that we...

Men who fight wars are sometimes required

to do things they...

Killin' is not somethin' a man likes to do.

He does it because he has to.

You do understand, don't you?

- If you've come here to try and make excuses

for what went on-- - Oh, no, no, not that.

I wanted you to understand.

- I do understand.

The war between the States is over.

The Southern armies have been surrendering

their posts for eight months.

There is no war, Captain.

(Captain laughing)

- Well, my goodness!

You people just refuse to understand.

This war will never be over until the South is victorious.

Oh, I am sure there are some commands that have surrendered,

but they'll spring back again, you watch.

No, no.

The differences between us are too serious

for it to end with our total surrender.

(somber music)

My men and I are examples of that spirit.

There are hundreds of thousands just like us,

waitin' for the chance to spring back into action.

That is why that gold is so important.

We need the guns, the ammunition.

(somber music continues)

| don't want to turn you over to the men.

I want to convince your fiance to tell us

what we have to know.

There's no reason for you to have to go through this.

Why, you could convince him.

You could convince him.

- Oh, you pig!

You're just a filthy animal.

- Don't you speak to me about animals.

You know nothing about animals.

If you did, you never would've joined

your Mr. Lincoln in wantin' to free

all those Black animals.

If the North should win this war, ma'am,

the White race will be brought to its knees

by those Black bastards.

(dramatic ominous music)

(bed rustling)

(Faith groaning)

- I'm not gonna fight you, Captain.

You can have me.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(Faith gasping)

(Faith moaning)

(dramatic music continues)

(music fades out)

Well, what are you waiting for?

(scoffing) You couldn't do it.

You tried, but you couldn't do it.

(Faith laughing)

The brave captain! Wait until his men hear about this.

How he rapes women with conversation.

You're an animal, all right.

But you're a possum,

and you haven't got any spine.

You're nothing but a slimy possum.

- Well now, that's possible.

Perhaps I'm not everything I used to be, but none of us are.

War does that to people.

- We didn't ask for that war, Captain.

- Then who did?

We didn't tell you how to live.

Who are you to tell us to change our way of life?

It was your Mr. Lincoln's damn proclamation

that created this.

- Captain, every human being has to be free.

And Negroes are human beings.

- That's funny.

That Yankee lieutenant said that just before I...

(dramatic drum beat music)

It must be the eyes.

At first, I thought it was the mouth,

but now I see it more in the eyes.

My wife, you remind me of her.

Well, sometimes, when the light is right,

I see her.

Like, like now, with that lamp there and,

and that little shadow.

(dramatic drum beat music)

Human beings, you say.

Well...

Suppose I tell you about these creatures

you want to set loose on us.

We had a small plantation.

When I went to war,

I bought six extra Blacks.

They were fresh from Africa.

And when your armies came through,

they freed all the Blacks.

They freed my slaves, too,

but the new ones, they were dumb, ignorant.

They didn't know what to do with themselves

or how to feed themselves.

Well, as I said, they were, they were fresh from Africa.

They lived in the woods like the animals they were.

And when they, when they got hungry enough,

they came back to my farm,

and they took my overseer,

(ominous music)

and my wife,

and my little boy,

and they built a big fire,

and they cut 'em up,

and they cooked them

and they ate them.

(ominous music continues)

Oh, yes, it's true.

When I got back, I saw some of 'em.

Of course, they ran when they saw me.

But they didn't run fast enough.

I got three of 'em.

I guess they were too full to run fast.

- [Faith] No. (gasping)

- I came home on leave

and I saw the front door was kicked in.

So I went around the back

and there they were, sittin' around that fire,

just eatin' away.

(ominous music continues)

Couldn't tell what part of the body it was or who it was.

You see, a cut-up body looks like any other piece of meat

except for the head.

That never changes.

Cannibals never eat the head.

They drive a stake down into the ground

and they take the head and they, they shove it down on it.

(Faith hurling)

You get some rest.

We'll find that gold tomorrow.

(indistinct chatter) (dogs barking)

- [Resident 1] Look over there.

- [Resident 2] Let's go take a look.

- [Resident 3] Was he taking them inside?

- Get on in and try it out. - Stop.

(indistinct chatter)

- Hey, she's coming around.

- Where am I?

- You relax, now. You're gonna be all right.

- What is this place?

- This is Everett City.

- A black city. - I don't understand.

- Ain't nothin' to understand.

It's an all-Black city.

It started out as a hidin' place for runaway slaves.

- Old Ben Everett was the first slave to hide here.

- [Nancy] But the war's over, no need to hide no more.

- We ain't hidin', we livin'!

Livin' our life without the whites.

- Now, what happened to you, girl?

Why you so upset?

- I need your help.

- We'll do anything we can.

- My mistress and her fiance are in trouble.

- What kind of trouble?

- These soldiers have them, Confederate soldiers.

- White men?

- Yes.

- But like you said, the war is over.

- But these soldiers don't know that.

- Well, is your mistress and her fiance,

they white, too?

- Yes.

- But you said you needed help.

- Well, yes, I need help.

They need help, they're my friends.

- (laughing) We're more than willing to help the I's,

but the They,

(residents laughing)

particularly when the Theys is white,

ain't no one around here want to help no whites.

- But you can't just let somebody die like that.

- My God, girl, where you been living?

You think a white man give one damn about us?

- All right, then.

There's gold.

Over $3,000.

- Hey, that's white man's gold! (laughing)

We can't buy nothin' around here.

Anything we need, we can grow, make or Kill.

- But this is your chance to get even.

Them white men out there are all alone.

Just eight of 'em, Confederate soldiers.

You could kill 'em all and nobody'd ever know.

(residents laughing)

- Shit, we killed 15 white men last week.

Ain't nobody ever know about that.

- Yeah. (residents laughing)

- For me, then.

Kill ''em for me.

- Why, for you?

- I was raped.

All of 'em.

I was nothing more than a dog to them.

They did things to me

I never knew human beings did to each other.

Kill ''em for me.

- So little girl got herself raped, huh?

(residents laughing)

Now, that ain't half bad.

- You just lucky you had something to offer them whites

so they didn't get mad and really hurt you.

- (chuckling) You take old Polie over there.

He had something to offer.

He was the Alabama Heavyweight Champion,

three years standin'. (chuckles)

They treated him real good,

long as he was gettin' his nose broke and his hands tore up.

Then one day a rib come through Polie's lung,

and old Polie can't fight no more.

So he 'comes a field nigger.

And field niggers get treated different

from heavyweight champions.

- They tied him to the back of a plow

and now he ain't no more than a big jackass, huh?

(residents laughing)

- And as for the woman, hell,

there wasn't a pretty black girl around

that didn't get raped at least a few times a week.

(resident laughing)

- You, uh, you ever been raped?

- Maybe. At first.

I don't rightly remember.

See, girl, there's a lot of things worse than rape.

When I was 12, I was put in a breeding farm.

And the next nine years, I have eight kids.

Then when I can't have no more,

they put me to work in a cotton mill.

And one day, one day they needs an example

'cause someone stole somethin'.

See, girl, there's a lot of things worse than rape.

- Miller, you got anything to do tomorrow?

- No.

- Jake?

- I just as soon go out and kill some white folk.

- Yeah, we gonna kill ''em.

But not because you was raped.

Or for $3,000.

We gonna kill ''em 'cause we ain't got nothin' else to do.

(residents laughing)

(martial snare drum music)

(plates clanking)

(somber music)

- Captain?

He's dead. Parker's dead.

We told you he had to have a doctor.

- All right, now, let's,

let's everybody stay calm.

(ominous dramatic music)

Well, now, Lieutenant, I'd say your time's about up.

What is your answer?

What's the price of this woman, Lieutenant?

$207?

$507?

A quarter of a million dollars?

Tell me, Lieutenant, can my boys have your fiance

for a quarter of a million dollars

that doesn't even belong to you?

(ominous music)

(Captain smacks lips) All right.

Corporal Williams, Jud, come get her.

(dramatic ominous music continues)

- Frank! - Get her up on that table

where I was sitting.

- Frank, for God's sake!

Frank!

- [Williams] Get up there, now.

Well, look at the Lieutenant's missus.

- [Jud] What you waitin' for?

Let's get that dress off.

- [Williams] Oh, ain't that pretty?

Oh, let's have some more. Look at this.

- [Captain] Look how anxious they are.

Can't say I blame 'em.

- (Laughing) Look at them drawers, boy!

They ain't quite clean.

- [Williams] Look at it, it's clean.

Look at that! (laughter)

Come on, pull that string.

Probably the whole constitution

will come down. - They'll be hoping for this.

- We got... - Well, looky here.

- [Soldier 2] We're wasting time.

(Faith moaning) - Yeah.

(ominous music)

(soldier moaning, Faith groaning)

- [Jud] Come down.

- [Soldier 3] Lieutenant! Don't you talk now

until I've had my turn.

- Ooh. Man, that's enough to make a man hungry.

Even after breakfast. (soldiers laughing)

- [Soldier 3] Hey, Lieutenant! Don't you tell the captain nothin'

'til I had my turn. - [Faith] Stop it.

- [Soldier 4] This is gonna be nice! By God,

this time I'm gonna go first

and it's gonna be fine. - [Faith] Please, God.

- I don't care, Williams. This time I wanna be last.

I wanna rub 'em. - Let's all rub 'em!

- Yeah! Let's rub 'em!

(Faith crying) (soldiers laughing)

- Oh, I think, uh, you oughta show us a little more

of that upper store there. (laughing)

Oh, that's good. (laughing)

- [Faith] Stop. You're hurting me.

Please stop it.

- [soldiers all at once] Yeah! (Faith groaning)

- [soldiers all at once] Yeah! - [Faith] Somebody please.

- [soldiers all at once] Yeah! (echoing)

Yeah!

Yeah!

(echoing continues)

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

(dramatic music)

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah! (Faith screaming)

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Yeah! - Corporal Mason?

Corporal Mason.

(ominous music)

Stop it!

- What's the matter? - Captain?

- Where's that Black?

Jud, Dillon, get on watch.

(ominous music continues)

(chair scuttling on floor)

Now, Lieutenant, we have wasted enough time.

That Black has gotten loose

and she'll be bringing back help.

This is your last chance, Lieutenant.

If you don't talk now, I'm gonna kill her.

(ominous dramatic music)

Bradley, Williams, come over here.

Sergeant, give me your weapon.

(gunshots ringing) - Oh!

- Oh!

(gunfire)

- Where is it? - Oh!

(footsteps stamping)

(gunfire)

(dramatic, tense music)

(gunfire, glass breaking)

- [Captain] Where's the gold?

- Polie, Fred, come with me.

The rest of y'all stay here. Let's go.

(gunshots ringing)

- [Captain] Where is it, Lieutenant?

I will kill her.

(dramatic, tense music)

(gunshots ringing)

- Take cover!

Captain, there's a nigger out there shootin' at me!

- Niggers with guns?

Looks like we got us a chance to kill a few renegade slaves.

(Williams laughing)

Shouldn’t take us more than about 30 seconds.

(soldiers laughing)

- [Everett Fighter] Keep 'em busy in there.

I'll get the others and we'll rush 'em from the back.

- Okay.

(ominous music)

- Captain! Captain!

Two of 'em is coming right down the street.

- [Sergeant] Watch that one hangin' back.

Hey, look at his rifle.

It's a brand new Sharps!

- [Captain] Now what the hell are they up to?

Where are they goin?

(gunshot ringing)

- [Dillon] I see more, Captain.

We better get outside,

try to catch 'em in the crossfire.

We're too pinned down in here.

- [Sergeant] I think Dillon's right, Captain.

They could keep us in here for days.

- [Dillon] There could be more of 'em comin', too.

(ominous dramatic music)

(gunshot ringing)

- All right, let's move out.

Go back and take cover.

Williams, Carson, Bradley.

Sergeant Dillon, Sergeant West, let's go.

(ominous dramatic music)

(gunshots ringing)

- [Sergeant] Over here, Dillon!

(gunshots ringing)

(horses whinnying)

(tense, dramatic music continues)

(gunshots ringing)

(ominous dramatic music)

(gunfire)

- [Polie] Here I come, white boy!

- Here I come, black death! (Polie grunting)

(fist thudding) (Jud groaning)

(gunshots ringing)

(fists thudding) (Jud groaning)

(gunshots ringing)

(tense, dramatic music continues)

(horse neighing)

(gunfire) (soldier groaning)

(gunshot ringing)

(ominous dramatic music)

(gunfire) (soldier groaning)

- [Soldier 1] I got another one!

(gunfire) (soldier screaming)

(tense, dramatic music)

(fists thudding) (Jud groaning)

- [Polie] Come on, white man.

Get up and show me how inferior I am.

Come on.

Get up.

You can do it.

(gunshots ringing)

(tense, dramatic music continues)

(gunshots ringing)

(tense, dramatic music continues)

(gunshots ringing) (men groaning)

(fists thudding) (Jud groaning)

You was gonna hurt me, mass a.

You just get up again.

Come on now, mass a.

You better than I am.

(gunshots ringing)

(tense, dramatic music)

- [Jud] Nigger.

(Jud sobbing)

Nigger.

(dramatic music continues)

(gunfire)

(wind howling) (gunshot ringing)

(dramatic music)

- [Sergeant] Williams?

Jud!

Captain!

Dillon.

Williams!

Jud!

(barrel rattling)

(footsteps approaching quickly)

(gun clicking)

(rifle firing) (Polie groaning)

- [Polie] We're both dead, white boy.

(Dillon groaning)

Die,

white boy!

(Dillon gasping)

(tense, dramatic music)

- There'll be more of 'em coming, Sergeant.

Now, you gather all the men together that are left.

We're gonna have to get outta here fast.

Hurry.

(dramatic music continues)

(horse galloping)

(horse galloping)

(Faith screaming)

- He's trying to kill ''em!

Hell, it's over.

No sense in trying to kill ''em.

- Captain!

Please, for God's sake, Captain.

Captain!

Captain!

(gunshot ringing) (horse neighing)

(dramatic music)

(wind howling)

(Captain grunting and groaning)

(dramatic music) (vulture screaming)

(Captain groaning)

- [Captain] Sergeant West.

(vulture squealing)

Sergeant West.

(Captain grunting)

What are you waitin' for, Sergeant?

- Dillon!

Get the lieutenant and the two women,

hitch up the wagon.

We're gettin' outta here, quick.

- That's right.

That's right, you'll need the wagon

to pull the horse off. Hurry!

- You know, Captain, I really believe the war is over,

and you might have known it all the time.

- You're wrong, Sergeant, you're wrong.

- The war is over.

For Carson,

Williams,

Parker,

Bradley, Jud, Corporal Mason.

And when we get to the next town,

I'll know if the war's really over for all of us.

- [Captain] All right, all right, yes!

The war has been over since April.

But not for me.

Not for you or Dillon.

It'll never be over.

We can still carry on.

Others will join us, you'll see.

We'll go back to that nigger shantytown,

finish the job, kill every one of 'em.

- [Sergeant] You knew all the time.

You murdered all of those people.

You murdered our own men.

- [Captain] No, Sergeant, don't say that.

- [Dillon] Ready to go, Sergeant.

- Here you are, Captain.

(dramatic music)

(saber rattling)

Have yourself a war.

- You can't leave me here.

You can't leave me!

You'll be hanging in a week.

Have you court-martialed!

You can't leave me here.

They'll hang you for this.

They hang all traitors.

Traitors!

(wagon rattling)

(vulture squealing) (tense, dramatic music)

(gun clicking)

(sword clanking on ground)

Dirty bastards.

You dirty bastards, get away.

(vulture squealing)

(sword clanking on ground)

(vulture squealing)

(vulture screaming)

(dramatic music continues)

(wind howling)

(captain sobbing)

(vultures squealing)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

I hate you, bastards.

Bastards.

(sobbing)

Bastards.

(ominous, dramatic music)

(martial snare drum music)

(martial snare drum music continues)

(vulture squawking) (wind howling)