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No, Weston!

God damn you, Weston.

God da...

Weston!

Put the gun down.

Right now, Mr. Jeffries.

Give it up.

I'm sorry, Sheriff.

I've been meanin' to come
out here and pay you a visit.

I heard that Vivienne
was faltering,

but I didn't know
she was so far gone.

My condolences to you,

and your boy.

We've come to inform
you that great misfortune

has befallen our community.

Ed Wilkins went on a bender,
ended up killing six men.

Carl Ferguson, Ed Watson,
Claudio, the piano player,

a fella from Missouri,

and then he shot Kendall.

Your deputy appears to have
done his best to apprehend him,

but he too was laid low.

Alfred Jeffries and
his men found Wilkins sleeping

under a Cottonwood a few
miles out of town, dead drunk.

We have him locked up for you.

Initially he claimed
not to remember any of it.

We'll have him in front of
Judge Blagden in short order.

We're hopin' for an expeditious
trial and conviction.

Who saw it?

Saw it?

Witnesses?

Some of Jeffries' men,

as well as
Tom Blanchard over there.

Got the livery stable
and then they heard gunshots.

When they stepped outside,

they saw Wilkins
riding hard outta town.

Anyone else see it?

I don't believe so.

Would you like
the reverend to come out?

Say a few words over her?

Good boy.

Let every person be subject

to the governing authority,

for there is
no authority except from God.

And those who pass judgment

on this Earth have been
instituted by the Almighty.

Amen.

Bring 'em in.

This ain't a fair trial.

You know he's innocent!

Innocent!

I said order!

There will be order in my court!

Do you hear me?

Has the jury
reached the verdict?

Jeffries' son done it.

Tell 'em, Martha!

Oh, hell!

Some people
seen him ride into town.

That is
an outrageous accusation.

There's no foundation
for such a bare-faced slur.

Everyone knows my son
left for California months ago.

Mr. Jeffries, please
try and ignore that woman

and just sit down now.

God damn.

- Liar.
- Your Honor,

I will not tolerate such a liar.

If Mrs. Gilkyson says
one more word on this subject,

I will pursue legal remedy.

And if any man here so
much as evinces a readiness

to utter such calumny,

I will whip his ass personally
right here, right now.

Well, might don't
make right, Mr. Jeffries.

You... you can't do that!

You best sit down there, Fergus.

All right.

Horseshit.

Have you reached a verdict, sir?

Yes, Your Honor.

Let's have it then.

Bring it over here.

Let's hear it.

- "We the jury..."
- No.

Not out loud, you idiot.

"We the jury
find the defendant..."

"... guilty of all charges."

"Do not be deceived.

God is not mocked,

for whatever one sows,
that will he also reap.

The cowardly,
the unbelieving, the vile,

the murderers,
idolaters, and all the liars,

they will be
consigned to the fiery lake

of burning sulfur.

That shall be the second death."

Ed Wilkins,

you are hereby
unanimously declared

guilty of
the cold-blooded murders...

...of six men

in the town of Elk Flats.

I'm sorry but...

- I... I... I did... I didn't...
- I have to sentence

you to be hung from the neck

- until dead.
- Wait, I... I... you... you...

You...

Come on, hang him.

I-I didn't, I didn't...

Court is dismissed.

We're done here, Mr. Mayor.

Thank you, Judge.

No, no, it, it...

No.

Ladies and gentlemen,
if you please be so kind

- as to make your way outside?
- You... you... you... you...

It was... it was... you...

Please get this man
out of here now.

No, no! No, please.

- Come on.
- It wasn't me.

- Come on.
- No, no! No!

- No!
- Be a good boy, Ed.

- Help.
- Be a good boy.

Come on, Ed.

Why, why, why?

It was, it was... No!

No! No! No!

"Whoever sheds
human blood by humans

shall their blood be shed,

for in the image of God
has God made mankind.

Through justice,
let His will be done."

Amen.

Amen.

You have any last words, son?

I...

I, I... wa...

It wasn't me.

God damn shit show.

- Cut him down.
- Help him.

- Get back.
- Someone help him!

Help the man!

Cut him down!

Cut him down.

"I'd be damned

if I touched
that rancid whale blubber,"

I shouted at the rascal.

Not swayed in the slightest

by the reverence
you afford that putrid offal.

The dusky devil roared like
a gut-shot banshee

brandishing his barbed harpoon
meaning to impale me

upon the ice-paved wall
of his fetid abode.

I proceeded to pistol whip

the greasy
whiskered two-faced barbarian...

...right in the crotch.

Vivienne, I'd absolutely
had it by that point.

So, I double timed
him through the frigid night

all the way to
the local constabulary

where a splendid Cossack

sporting a voluminous set
of mustachio

clapped the scoundrel
in iron arms.

But despite all this...

Vivienne, your dinner gets cold
when you come home late.

Tomorrow, I head north.

You should stay with us,
Vincent.

No. I must cross
the river and help them.

Why?

They need me, Vivienne.

Why provoke the English?

It's no longer your business.

It is the indescribable vastness

of Alaska's untamed
wilderness that stirs the plot

and imagination of
any forward-looking man.

Once we have managed to remove

the marauding
bands of godless...

I'm ready.

It is our manifest destiny

to tame that wild domain,

and instruct the heathens
in the ways of civilization

in as much as
they're able to appreciate.

Benevolence.

What's wrong, my dear?

Don't you want to sample
the mousse au chocolat

or the mille-feuille vanille?

No one prepares it
like Chef Lume.

Vivienne?

"There she would fight
adversaries no less hard

to tame than the English."

Mother, can I see her again?

"She replied straight away:

'The Lord
will deliver us victory.

Take me to Orléans...'"

Was she my age?

No. She was already 13 when
Saint Michael appeared to her.

But I think
she was a bit like you.

She also liked
to play all alone.

Joan of Arc would have loved

to look for fairies
in the forest with you.

No girl before me has seen
the Good Fairy of the forest.

I'm not sure Joan would even
be able to see the fairies.

I guess Joan should be invited
so she can be put to the test.

I'm the one who'll invite her.

Wait, Vivienne. It's a bit late.

You can invite her tomorrow.

Why doesn't Father return?

He has important things to do.

Father's work is very dangerous.

Why do men fight?

It's complicated
to explain, Vivienne.

They have their reasons.

Do women also fight?

Not in the same way.

Joan fought.

Yes... but she was different.

- She was...
- A saint!

Exactly.

I want to fight
like Father and Joan.

Come on, boy.

Come, son.

And I'm confident
that the consternation

that Presley runs high in some
quarters of our fair town

will subside as
the dust settles on this matter.

Sure.

However, I do feel
it would be best if Weston

did not return to
Elk Flats anytime soon.

Well, he was never here.

How the hell is he gonna return?

Precisely.

Nevertheless...

Let's just cut the palaver,
get back to business.

As you wish, Alfred.

So, to the matter
of Kendall's Saloon,

after careful consideration
of the related circumstances

and seeing as Kendall
do not hold an actual deed

to the establishment,

I foresee no obstacles
in your way.

Damn straight.

Most people already think of it

as your property anyway.

The saloon will be yours
as soon as this document

is signed by all parties.

- Cigar?
- No.

All parties?

You mean
Kendall's fat ass widow?

She better not make any trouble.

For a relatively modest fee,

she will surely step aside.

She cannot afford the cost
of a judicial contest with you

and has no
business sense whatsoever.

Good.

Furthermore, as my bank
owns the buildings either side

of the saloon and as mayor,

I have the authority
to allow you

to expand
your gaming activities,

and create sporting lady areas
in those adjacent spaces

as you've long
expressed an interest in doing.

In exchange for a percentage
of your monthly profits,

I will gladly rent you
my buildings

at a discounted rate,

and guarantee
that you're allowed

to conduct your affairs
without interference

from the city council
or the sheriff.

You're comin' on full chisel,
ain't you, Rudy?

More shameless scavenger
never blighted this fair town.

Birds of a feather, Alfred.

Birds of a feather.

Would you excuse me a moment?

Hello, there.

I didn't expect to see you
so early this morning.

Hello, Vincent.

Please, have a seat.

Coffee?

Thank you, Mr. Rogers...

Are you leaving us?

Oh no, please don't
fret about this month's rents.

I'll be glad to arrange
for a reduced rate

commensurate with the travails
of your misfortune.

Adjusting to
the actual days of tenancy.

Is there gonna be
a problem, Mr. Schiller?

I don't believe so, Alfred.

No.

You better be right.

Shall we finalize our agreement?

Fresh tomatoes!

Get your tomatoes
right over here, folks.

Right off the vine.

Fresh, fresh tomato.

Over here.

May I?

Yeah, they're 20 pound.

Price of your fishes,
if I may say so, outrageous.

Vivienne?

God's sake,
what are you up to now?

I've been
scouring the harbor for you.

I will be with you shortly.

Please allow my man, Johnson,

to purchase these goods for you

if you must have them.

Come, let's take some tea.

Leave me alone. I am busy.

This behavior really must stop.

I will not have you
speak to me like that.

Go away then.

As you wish.

Don't come crying
to me for forgiveness.

A decent meal, you've
run out of your second rate fish

and your belly
starts to grumble,

I do not have
the patience of Job,

and you're not
the only pretty thing in town,

nor the freshest.

Cretin!

Don't mind him.

I'm sure your fishes
are first rate.

Thank you.

Is it good?

Olsen.

Just Olsen?

Just Olsen.

Thanks.

Vivienne.

Just Vivienne?

Vivienne Le Coudy.

Pleased to meet you.
You're French?

No.

You're not American.

Yes, I am.

You don't sound like it.

And neither do you.

So where are you from,
Vivienne Le Coudy?

It's a very long story.

I have plenty of time.

How fortunate for you.

This is Night.

Pleased to meet you.

Careful.

What?

Breakfast in bed?

You shouldn't spoil me.

I am not.

Get up.

So this fellow you were
arguing with in the fish market,

what would he say
about me being here?

He does not own me,

and he is no concern of yours.

Sit down and eat.

Thank you.

Nice omelet.

Omelette.

Yeah, omelet.

Omelette.

Omelette.

Yeah, egg.

So where are you going now?

Going?

Who says I'm going anywhere?

Very nice.

So, you have family here?

I did.

I'm sorry.

Do you like
to look at paintings, Olsen?

Yeah.

Good.

True.

That's me.

This is where I come from.

Maples.

Maples and red oaks.

Birches, hickories.

Different rivers than here.

Different sky.

Different everything.

You miss it?

No.

Vivienne?

I didn't expect you to attend.

This is my friend Olsen.

Lewis Cartwright.

Welcome to my home, Mr. Olsen.

If you see anything
you like, let me know.

Paintings are selling briskly.

Do you have a Christian name?

- No.
- Yeah.

Just Olsen.

Right, Olsen?

Please enjoy the exhibition.

Have we seen enough?

Definitely.

Come.

You're a very bad girl.

That's why you like me.

Yeah.

Out of the way!

- Thank you.
- Thanks.

Watch your back there.

Coming through.

Miss Vivienne?

Monsieur.

Thank you.

Please, can you bring
more of these next Thursday,

if you can?

Yes, Miss Vivienne,
I will bring.

There.

Thank you.

How much for a single rose?

Depends on the rose.

The yellow one.

I thought
you weren't going anywhere?

I am now.

It's on the house.

That's very kind.

I think he likes you.

That duck,

he was moving very high
and fast.

Where did you learn
to shoot like that?

I killed my first rabbit
when I was five years old.

By yourself?

With an arrow.

My father was with me
but he did not help.

I cleaned it and cooked it also.

You are more handy
every passing day.

Handy?

Useful, capable.

Handy?

Quite.

It's not too late to turn back,
you know.

This is it?

Yes.

The place you chose of
all the places you have seen.

Yes.

Why?

It's quiet.

Why did you go to San Francisco?

To see the end of the world.

It looks like
a bandit's hideout.

And it smells of
dead mouse in there.

In fact, there are dead mice.

So sad, no trees.

There are many trees.

Not here.

No flowers.

No garden at all.

So sad.

You live like a dog.

A happy dog.

What do you do here?

As little as possible.

Goddammit...

Looks good.

Yeah.

Were you ever married?

About 12 years ago,
our country was invaded,

and I went away to fight,
as many others did.

It was a long terrible war,

but we won.

And when I finally
returned home,

she was gone.

I cannot read this.

Of course not.

It's in Danish.

But I can tell you what it says.

I would love that.

Oh my God, what is that?

You woke me up.

Yeah.

You can't dream your life away.

Why not?

This is for the flowers.

What do you think?

You have to tell me where
you want me to plant your trees.

Smells like shit.

It is shit.

Very good cow shit.

No! Let me go.

Not in the shit, Olsen!

Only dogs do that!

Where did you get
all these trees and flowers?

How did you pay for them?

I will build a barn for
the man who gave them to me.

A big barn?

Not very big,
but it will be a good one.

How much will he pay you?

Enough.

He has a big ranch.

You're still a dog.

Maybe you can
build a barn for us one day.

Yeah, a little one.

I could do that.

I could help you.

Yeah?

- It's crooked.
- No, it isn't.

See?

Shit.

And now I take care of the roses

and the trees
because you give them

too much water and
they're too rough for you.

That sounds sensible.

I am very sensible.

Not sensitive, sensible.

Pardon me.

From Mr. Jeffries.

My compliments
on the striking company

you're keeping lately, Holger.

Ogre?

Holger.

You mind if
I call you Olsen, Olsen?

That would be fine.

He's the son of the man
I'm building the barn for.

Can I have your attention,
ladies and gentlemen?

Well, well.

I am Sergeant Webb

of the fifth
California Infantry Regiment,

here by order of
Lieutenant Henry Stevens.

We need volunteers
for the California Column.

You're not welcome here.

We're lookin' for
men of honor and grit

who wanna fight
to save the Union.

We need infantry men.

We need cavalry men.

We need horses and rifles.

And men
who know how to use them.

You're barkin' up
the wrong tree, partner.

Shit.

You will receive
an immediate bounty

of 100 dollars if you join up.

We head to New Mexico Territory
at the end of the week.

We're camped
on the edge of town,

in the event any of you wish

to lend your service
to our nation.

Fuck California.

Good evening to you all.

Better get goin'.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Good afternoon, Mr. Kendall.

Good afternoon, Miss...?

Vivienne.

Vivienne.

Oh, yes.

Mr. Olsen's lovely companion.

Holger built the cabinets
and the shelves for us here.

I know.
He's a very good carpenter.

Indeed.

Very handy.

Yes, he most certainly is.

How might I be of service?

Oh, I seek employment.

Perhaps you need someone
to help you serve the customers,

or I can work
behind the bar, keep it tidy.

It's most commendable.

However, we are not lacking

for assistance
on our day-to-day...

What a capital idea.

That'll liven up this drab
establishment considerably.

I am willing to do
anything you need.

Anything?

- Do...
- What?

You're hired, darlin'.

Excuse me,
I was talking to Mr. Kendall.

The job's yours, Ms. Vivienne.

So, you do need
some extra help then?

Well, don't we all?

Mr. Jeffries has a stake in my...

our establishment.

Therefore,
naturally he has the authority...

You bet your flabby ass I do.

Welcome to Kendall's, Miss.

We can try
you on weekends to start.

Next Friday
would be most propitious.

Done and done!

Well, congratulations
are in order.

May I offer you a libation
to mark the moment?

No, thank you.

I have other matters to attend.

Friday, what time?

Other matters?

Well, woe is me,
spurned and forlorn.

Three PM, if that's suitable.

Give you time
to learn the ropes,

before the place fills up.

Thank you, Mr. Kendall.

There she goes.

How is the barn of
Mr. Jeffries coming along?

Good, almost done.

Couple of days of small details,

and to paint the outside.

I hired another man to help me.

There's money for you?

Yeah, but well,
I want to get it done quickly.

Why?

Well, it's time.

When it's done,

Mr. Jeffries wants to have
a small party to celebrate.

He would like us to come.

Is this a formal
event, this party?

I don't know.

I don't think so.

I don't have nice clothes.

Yes, you do.

You look beautiful always,
no matter what you wear.

You're blind.

He likes my barn so much

that he asked me
to make another one.

- He needs...
- Much bigger one.

He needs two barns?

No, it's for a man who lives on
the other side of the mountains.

He wants horse stables, too.

A lotta work.

What about our barn?

I also have a job now.

What do you mean?

I have a job in town
at Kendall's.

Why?

I mean, do you need it?

I have things
I want to do as well.

You didn't tell me,
I didn't tell you.

And I like to work,
and I like to earn my own money.

Yeah, of course.

I'm not going to take
the other job.

Because of my job?

Because I'm...

thinking about enlisting.

Thinking about it?

I am going to take
the 100-dollar bounty

and volunteer for the army.

They might pay even more

because of
my previous military experience.

Why?

Why?

This is not your problem.

This is not your country!

It is now.

It's not just about money.

It's the right thing to do.

Fighting against slavery.

Those who can, should.

Bullshit, Olsen!

It's not your concern!

I won't be gone long.

Men are so stupid.

So stupid.

What if I don't
wait for you, huh?

I'm a good soldier.

They need me.

You're too old to go to war!

Yeah, perhaps.

Yeah.

But I must go.

I need to see for myself
what it's all about.

What it's all about?

Yeah.

But you already know!
Dammit!

Selfish bastard!

We have a life together now.

It is only beginning.

Vivienne,

be my wife.

Please.

You cannot make things right
with a consolation prize.

No.

You are everything.

You are the sea to me.

Fuck the sea.

You cannot own the sea.

Never will I marry.

Not you, not anyone.

Some bread for the journey.

Thank you.

I will come back
as soon as possible.

Good.

I will miss you.

I hope so.

Does it hurt?

No, the dead don't hurt.

Come on, let's go cook it.

It's still warm.

Enough.

Are those wolves or coyotes?

That's a wolf, son.

Fine Sunday for
gardening, ain't it?

I know Holger bought
some manure from us awhile back.

Thought you might
want a little more.

Thank you, Weston.

What do I owe you?

Nothin' at all.

We have far more
than we can use.

Happy to let you have
as much as you need.

Shall I help you spread it?

Oh, that's very kind of you.

I will do it in the evening
when it's not so warm.

You might wanna fence
them rose bushes

and those too,
else the deer'll nibble at 'em.

I can send someone
to put one up for ya.

I can do it myself.

Of course you can.

Would you like
some cold mint tea?

That sounds altogether inviting,
Ms. Vivienne.

Quit that braidin', man.

There ain't no horses
to break in here.

Quit.

Oh, goddamn.

Son of a bitch!

- Son!
- Shit.

Come on.

I told you not to play
that damn song,

you greasy bastard.

That's...

Shut the hell up, Ed.

Son, leave the man be.

He must have forgot.

Won't have that Yankee shit
in this place.

The song is called
"Our Generals."

- Could be anyone's generals.
- Well, they ain't.

How the hell do you know?

Well ain't a Confederate song,
that's for damn sure.

Now, Kendall.

Seein' as how my men and I

are keepin' this
shithole afloat for ya,

I don't suppose
you're gonna make a nuisance

of yourself 'cause
of this trifling matter.

Are ya?

No, Mr. Jeffries.

This is ought to, cover the expense

tunin' up this
inferior instrument.

Now pick the man up,

tell him
to play somethin' decent.

Do it.

Do it.

Shut your hole.

Come on, come on.

Play somethin' nice, Claudio.

Play somethin' nice.

There you go.

Oh, no, no.

Mighty pretty.

You keep it up, boy.

Come on.

Gotta clean up your messes, boy.

- Let go!
- Sit your ass down!

Everybody play, play.

Show's over.

Surrounded by simpletons.

All right, where were we?

Goodnight.

Just wanna be sure
you got home safe, ma'am.

As you can see, I did.

I'm just bein' neighborly.

No need to shoot me.

I am fine, Mr. Jeffries.

Oh, you most certainly are.

Ain't no sense bein' all alone
on a night like this.

No different than any other.

That is...

That is where
you are wrong, my dear.

I am not your dear.

But tonight

is the night you've gone
from catching my fancy,

to stokin'
the flames of my ardor.

Come on.

Oh, yeah.

Bitch!

Promptness is a virtue.

I never thought
I need remind you

but you may
consider yourself remind...

What happened?

Quit starin'.

As promised, I have returned.

There are moments in life
that we never forget,

which brighten and brighten
as time passes.

I knew you would find me again,
noble knight.

Neither dark forest
nor vast ocean,

neither burning desert
nor forbidding palisade,

can keep us apart.

For thee I would ride my steed
to the end of the world,

fair lady.

You are injured, sir.

It is of no importance.

- Hello, Billy.
- Afternoon.

Another letter for you, ma'am.

Came in on the stage
at Fort Churchill last month.

Thank you.

Would you like something to eat?

Coffee?

Thanks anyhow, ma'am, but
I got a couple more to deliver.

I'll be goin' now
if it's all the same.

Of course.

Thank you, Billy.

Come here.

Oh dear, it's cold.

It's cold. There you go.

There you go.

There.

Now you aren't cold anymore.

Yes. Maybe not so fast?

It's okay.

Let's try again.

Better.

Stop.

I can do it.

Not now.

Come here.

Found her wanderin' the streets.

Should not have let your
daughter traipse around town

all by her lonesome.

Good evening, Father.
I'll take him home now.

Thank you.

Mother said
you should invite Vivienne

to have dinner with us tomorrow.

You can ask her.

Come on, don't be shy.

Can I get

some goddamn service?

I'll come get you soon.

Isabel, would you like
some lemonade before you go?

No.
No thank you, Ms. Vivienne.

Ask her.

We want for you to come.

My mother asked if
you will have the dinner

again with us tomorrow night.

With pleasure, my dear.

And we can practice our French
a little, right?

Yes.

But I couldn't...
read... the book...

that you...

I'm only teasing.

There's no obligation.

Read it when it pleases you.

We're going to have fun.
Please thank your mother.

Goodbye, Vincent.

Goodbye, Mother.

Well, they make 'em sweeter
every year, don't they?

You're gonna have to
learn her some English, though.

Heard just about as much
of that Mexican cluckety cluck

as I can stand.

French.

Say what?

- Deal me in.
- Yeah.

Yes, sir.

Okay.

Okay.

I'll take two.

I'll take two.

Two for you.

There you go.

"Give me men of war,

and by divine grace
and force of arms,

I will lift
the siege of Orléans.

The armed people will fight
alongside my God

and the Lord
will deliver victory."

Is it him, Mother?

Yes. Yes, it is him.

Hello.

Did you get my letters?

I received seven letters.

The last one got wet.

I could not read it.

Did you receive mine?

Yeah.

Well, I got one
last year in New Mexico.

I was never in one place
long enough to have more.

You wrote that you only
work a little now in the saloon.

Of course.

And you sold the pack horse.

Yeah.

But you didn't
tell me about him.

I wanted to tell you in person.

How was your war?

What?

How was your war?

Too long.

Not what I expected.

How was yours?

No.

I don't need it.

Whose son is he?

Mine?

Weston Jeffries.

Against my will.

No, he's gone.

Two months ago.

He killed one of
his father's Mexican cowboy

and his 12-year-old son.

Mr. Jeffries made him leave town

before the US Marshall
could get here.

So, his father knows?

Maybe, maybe not.

People talk a lot.

Some seem to think
he's Claudio's son.

Claudio?

The piano player at Kendall's.

He's my friend.

His family has helped me a lot.

So, he could be Claudio's son?

No.

Claudio's a good man.

Why Vincent?

Why?

The name.

My father.

I went swimming.

Long swim.

How was the water?

Good.

Cold.

There's coffee.

Thank you.

Isn't Father's horse beautiful?

Yes, it's beautiful.

Most people respect you
because of your military service

because you seem
like an honest man,

and there's not much to do here,

not in terms of
enforcing the law.

Not yet.

But the new mining activity
in this area

will allow Elk Flats to grow.

We're a peaceful community.

We wanna keep it that way,
prosperous and respectable.

Now, you'll be paid
every other Friday.

Your request for
young Mr. Crossley

to be deputy sheriff
has been approved.

I could shoot
a rattler's eyes out

at 50 feet ridin' flat out.

Well, Mr. Crossley,

I don't think
there'll be any call for that.

He's just joking. Right, Billy?

His pay will come out
of what you earn, Holger.

Yes, sir.

Well gentlemen,
I have work to attend to.

I'll let you get
settled into your new office.

In addition to
the desk and the chairs,

we have provided
you with two rifles,

three pairs of shackles
and the keys to the front door

and the prisoner's cell.

I'd appreciate if
you sign for those items

and return this document
to me forthwith.

Good day, gentlemen.

Thank you.

Thanks, Mr. Mayor.

Put this on.

Thanks, Holger.

Do you wanna help me?

Come on.

I've been working
alone for a very long time.

I could use a good helper.

- You have the hammer?
- Oui.

Come on, up you go.

Good evening, Alan.

And a fine one it is.

- Bit slow perhaps.
- Drink?

Well, yeah,
I am officially off duty now.

No miners in tonight?

Nope.

I expect they will blaze a trail
here Friday being payday.

Cheers.

I hear that vein of
silver north of Fairs Canyon

looks promising.

Mayor Schiller and Mr. Jeffries,

they got all those new claims

up on that West Ridge
sewed up tight.

Got an outfit
comin' here from back east.

It's big money.

Oh, yeah?

Well, that might send
some business your way.

We are the nearest town
with the general store

and I am the owner of
the only saloon in these parts.

Indeed.

Here's to progress.

Good evening.

Set me up.

Goodnight, Billy.

Goodnight, Sheriff.

It makes no sense for
you to be here now, Weston.

I said we'd send for you
at the appropriate time.

Got it right.

We agreed you'd stay out of town
until you heard from us.

Well...

I want my share.

Certainly count on that.

All right Rudy, now don't fret.

He'll stay hid until
we make our move.

And son,

when I say we're good and ready,

then you'll take
Kendall out of the way,

this whole place will be
ours to do with as we please.

You need to stay
here until then, though.

People haven't forgotten

about those Mexicans
you shot last year.

I told you they drew on me.

That's not the word
around town, Weston.

Well, fuck them.

And this shithole.

You're dead meat.

We need this shithole, boy.

This town's our honey pot.

Well, you thinkin'
you can treat me

like all them no account
losers around here?

I ain't some lick finger
you could push around.

It is a huckleberry
above my pursuit

to cipher how
you turned out so ornery.

I will anoint
your ass right here and now.

You are crazier
than a shit house rat.

Come on, son.

Let's go wet our whistles
in the house.

You too. Mr. Mayor.

Got a good bottle of Irish
I've been savin'

for my crazy son's homecomin'!

Hoh!

Fu...

You wait here.

Come on.

Vincent?

Shit.

Vincent?

It's mine.

That's a big one.

Yee-haw!

Take them to your father.

Thank you, buddy.

This... this for me?

Have a seat.

Where should we put these ones?

Inside.

But can I put them here
for a moment

so I can enjoy 'em?

So nice you help your mother.

Vivienne!

What is it?

What's wrong?

Thank you.

What's wrong with me?

Go ahead.

It's okay.

Her internal bleeding
seems to be recent.

I'm not sure the cause,
perhaps an ulcer,

but I've staunched it for now.

Yeah.

There is something else.

She appears to have syphilis.

Some call it the French pox,
or venereal disease.

Yeah, I know what it is.

Good.

Now I must ask you
to tell me truthfully

if you have detected
any symptoms of your own.

Like what?

No, I don't think so.

A coppery rash on the torso or

on your private parts.

- No.
- Especially those...

No, I never had such a thing.

Vivienne... has such sores.

My surmise is that

she is in an advanced stage
of the ailment.

You yourself are at risk.

If you have not been infected,
you likely will be.

She may also have passed
the disease onto the child.

Vincent will... will also be sick?

Not necessarily.

Time will tell.

Tomorrow...

I'll give you a bottle
of mercuric chloride.

It has been known to arrest
the disease for a time,

but it won't halt
its progress indefinitely.

And when she wakes up,

try and get her to drink
some more soup.

Yeah, I will.

What do I owe you, Doctor?

I'll bill you for
the mercuric chloride tomorrow.

There's no charge
for the visit, Holger.

Thank you.

I was only a little girl...

but I was strong.

I had to be.

I never wanted to be saved.

I just wanted
a little tenderness.

My mother,

she gave me an open window
so I can fly.

She dressed me
to come home before dark.

I shouldn't have left.

You needed to go.

You wanted to.

My Olsen.

The man I was waiting for.

I wanted a friend
strong like me.

Always remember...

part of us is inside our son,

but he's mostly himself.

I'm not his father.

You live inside him, too.

He understands you.

I'm very tired, Olsen.

Please let me sleep a little.

Well, well,

Holger Olsen
as I live and breathe.

Howdy, Olsen.

You think I won't blow you
and the boy

clean outta your saddle,
old man?

You don't need to do that.

I'm not following you.

It certainly seems that way.

We're just traveling,
going West.

Throw me your weapons.

All of 'em.

Why?

Give 'em up.

Easy now.

Don't do anything brash.

And then the pig sticker.

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Wait.

Come along, son.

Come.

Bitch.

Son of a bitch.

Bonjour, little man.

Now you try from the top.

Okay? Gimme your hand.

And start from the top
and then we go down like that.

And you go like that.

Now you do it by yourself.

Start from the top.

Out,

in,

around,

all the way.

Very good.

I like that one.

That was a very good one.

Now try one more.

One more just like that.

Maybe a little bigger.

Around.

Yeah, it's perfect.

What is out there?

The sea.

Water and more water.

Is it the end of the world?

Of this one.