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.
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.
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.
Good afternoon, Mr. Kendall.
Good afternoon, Miss...?
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?
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.
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.
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.