Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Able 2018 (birds singing) MAN: Get movin' now. Go on, git! (horse whickering) (horse whinnying) (birds singing) (sheep bleating) (explosion rumbling) -(women gasp) -Seem a little lonely. Need some company? Make some time for you, little missy. -Yeah! -Come on, move! Get out of the way! -Get out of the way. Let's go, come on! -Quickly. -(coughing) -(explosion rumbles) (gasps) Hurry. -Move it! -Come on, come on! Come on. -Get out of the way, now! -Stay back! MAN: Fire in the hole! (horse whinnying) (explosions, chatter) Another wagon comin' from town! -(bell clanging) -That's Mr. Bogue's gold! Hyah! Hyah! (bell clanging) Hyah! Hyah! -Hyah! -(horse whickering) (indistinct shouting) Move. Get out of the way! (horse whinnying) (indistinct shouting) -(bell clanging) -Out of the road! (grunting) This gold's heavy. -Must be a lot in there. -You folks stay back! -(men grunting) -Stay away from the gold! -Get right inside, you, get up there! -Get going! There's more gold in the wagon. Hurry up. Get the rest of those cases. (horse whinnying, indistinct shouting) -(coughing) -Ain't right how these men are being treated. They fought in the war. (horse whinnying) -Whoa. Whoa! -Stand your asses up and get paid. -All right, let's go. -Let's go! Move! All right, boys, line up. -Move. Come on! -Come on! Get that wagon back to the mine. Let's move! Move! (indistinct chatter) (horse neighing) (loud, indistinct shouting) MAN 1 (voice-over): What about our water? MAN 2 (voice-over): Bogue's gonna come back, and he's gonna try and take this land. MAN 1 (voice-over): What about our families? MAN 3 (voice over): What about Bogue? MAN: Hey, calm down! Calm down! MAN 2: Our crops are dying! He's tellin' us that the water's poison? -It's a lie! -It is a lie. -Otherwise, why does he have Blackstones keepin' us away from it? -He's just a man, Turner. -He's a man with an -army, Phillips! -He's a man with a claim to mine a mountain. MAN: He's tryin' to run us out of town. MAN: And his miners are campin' on the edge of our town! -A man's seizing our land. -(shouting) A man with dozens of hired guns on his payroll. -We know that, Turner. -Who's gonna stand up to a man like that? -We will. -But how? With what? -We're just farmers. -To Bogue? WOMAN: They're just gettin' all riled up. -There are laws on our side. -Bogue is the law, Matthew. Bought and paid for. Even got our sheriff on his payroll! -And his deputies. -And that's why I say we fight. -I say we fight him. -Yup. -I ain't fightin', and I ain't leavin', neither. - Well, what are you gonna do? - God will provide. That is right, Brother Phillip. The Lord surely will provide. Now, now. Bogue is a businessman. -If you just reason with him... -(groaning) -he'll give you a fair share. -Oh, yeah. -Fair share, Gavin? -Right. Oh, sure he will. You're the only one makin' money here! -(scoffs) -No, you and your... your whores. Now, Ben, that ain't fair. You know that. You were there the other night. You know that's a lie now, Gavin! You know that's a lie. Please, brothers and sisters. Settle down, everybody. -Please, brothers and sisters. -Reason? Ask the Dennehys how far reasoning got them. He burned all the Dennehys' crops! -Our farms are rotting. -That's right. It's only a matter of time before he drives all of us out of here. For the sake of our children... I believe it's time we... leave Rose Creek. -To where? -And where are we gonna go? -I know you're scared. -I've given everything -I have. -We all are, but we came far to get here. Suffered losses too painful to bear to make this our home. -Praise God. -Amen. -We did it. All of us. Together. -This valley is ours. -I agree with Matthew. -He's right. -I'm with Matthew. -(women shriek) (spurs jangling) (horse neighing) (doors squeaking) REVEREND: This is the Lord's house. It's no place for guns. There are women and children. (spurs jangling) (chair creaks) (baby crying) -Shh. -(baby crying) (rattling) (rattling) (floorboard creaks) (rattling) -(creaking) -Shh, shh, shh, shh. -(insect buzzing) -WOMAN: Oh! Mr. Bogue. (floorboards creaking) (coughs, sniffles) (man coughs in the distance) This... is what you love, what you'd die for. (sniffles) And what your children... and your children's children will work on, suffer for, be consumed by. Look at me, boy. Come on up here. Come on, boy. Come on! (whispering): It's okay, son. Now, I come here for gold. Gold. This country has long equated democracy with capitalism... capitalism with God. So you're standing not only in the way of... progress and capital. You're standing in the way of God! -And for what? Hmm? -(whispers): No, Preacher. You want to help me out? Let's find out. Put your hand in there for me. (pew creaks) Go on. Go on. (grunting, breath quivering) -Land. -(sniffles) This is no longer land. The moment I put a pin in the map, the day I descended into this godforsaken valley and cast my gaze upon it, it ceased to be land and became... That's it. Pull your hand out. Dust. Go on, sit back down. This is your god? 20 dollars for each parcel of dust-- that is my offer. -My land is worth three times that! -How we supposed to...? -We have to think of our families. -$20? This valley's worth more than that. -You're stealin' our land! -And our livelihood. It won't sweeten. It'll only sour. (gunshots, people screaming) -They're comin' in! -Everybody on out! Get out of here! Go on! What are you doing? This is God's house. (loud, indistinct shouting) Both of you! Stay here! You're not going anywhere. Stay here! -No, no, no! -(grunting) -No, please, no! -Get down. Somebody help her. Come on. Come on. -Get out! -It's the Lord's house! Get the hell out of here! (indistinct chatter) No! Don't! Please! Do not turn your back on the Lord. -(grunting) -WOMAN: Please stop. -MAN: Please, stop it! -WOMAN: Leave him alone! -Stay down, preacher! -(grunting) I'll return to Rose Creek three weeks. -Stop movin'. -Those of you who accept my offer whose signed deeds are on my desk -when I return... -Matthew! ...shall get their $20. Get off him! BOGUE: Those of you who do not... may your good Lord help you. (woman whimpering, crying) I'll help you. I'm sorry. Let me help you. The Lord's watching. What kind of man are you? Oh. What'd these people ever do to you? Huh? For what, Bogue? For land? For land?! (panting) (screaming) (horse whinnying) (sobbing): Matthew! -(woman shrieks) -Isabel, no! -(yelling, groans) -Son of a bitch. (people screaming, horses neighing) -No, Caleb! -Oh, my God. Down, down! Stay down. (baby crying, horses whinnying) -No. no. -(baby crying) (woman crying) (indistinct shouting) WOMAN (yelling): No! Leave the bodies where they lay and let 'em look at 'em a few days. -WOMAN: No! -(baby crying) -(whispers): My God. -WOMAN: No! -(baby crying) WOMAN: No! No! -(woman sobbing) -WOMAN: Caleb. Please, God, don't take him. Come on, Leni. We have to get the baby away from the church. -It's on fire. Come on, come on, come on. -Oh, no, no. Come on, come with us. Come on, Leni. This is the Lord's house! -Come on, there's a fire! -Something's on fire! Let's put it out, men. We can't leave this! Oh, shit, it's on fire! It'll be burned to the ground if we don't hurry! -Yeah, hurry! -Stay back! -Wait, wait, wait, wait. -Stay back. -Stay back, men! -It's Bogue's law. -Come on, we're just tryin' to help. -You don't get paid to help. Move! -I can't. -I'm fine. -Come on. Come on. Come with us. (wind whistling) (horse whickering) -(horse whickering) -Damn wheel's busted. I can't fix it! Got a long ride ahead of us. MAN: I paid for it. That's the way it was when I got it. Well, well, you're stupid for buyin' somethin' so crooked as that. MAN 3: Well, look at that. You know where you are, cowboy? (playing ballad) Oh, get right here. Get right here. Yeah, I'm hopin' to change my luck. -These cards are shit. -Deal. Now, let's try to keep civil this round, okay? - I'm looking at you, Lucas. - Just play the damn game, Faraday. (chuckles) PATRON: What the hell is he doin' here? (door creaking) (coughing) Shot of Busthead. Sorry, don't carry that kind, cowboy. Well, in that case, I'll have a double. What's that for? Information. Lookin' for a man-- big fella. 'Bout your size. BARTENDER: What's his name? Name his mama gave him was, uh... Daniel Harrison, but sometime he goes by the name of Powder Dan. Killed a tenant farmer and his son in cold blood. Stole the man's plow horse, man's wife tried to intervene, took advantage then killed her, too. Ain't heard of him. Well, like I said, he used different names. Had a bullet scar on his, uh, left shoulder. Right there. Now, Powder Dan ran with a outlaw name of July Bully. May he rest in peace. He's dead? -Yes, sir. -How'd he die? (whispering): I whispered in his ear. Yeah, what's that? Come here. (softly): # Bring them in # # Bring them in # # From the fields # # Of sin # # Bring # # Them in. # (patrons whimpering, murmurming) Aww, he shot my damn foot! (groans) Come on, hey. Settle down, mister. Come on. (gun clicks) Come on, easy. I got a family, mister. They're better off without you. (patrons screaming) (whimpering) Somebody fetch the sheriff. -Get the sheriff! -Get the sheriff. -Sheriff! -Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah. He's gonna kill you, Faraday. -You son of a bitch. -Deal with you later. -Well, I know it. -Go on out. -Okay! -Come on. -Come on, come on. -Let's get outside. Dan, you dead? Pity. I had just ordered a drink from him. Money for blood's a peculiar business. MAN: He started shootin' everyone in cold blood! -And he's still in there, yeah. -That son of a bitch! -There he is! -There he is! -That's him! -That's him! -Sheriff! -Sheriff! -He shot him in cold blood! My name is Sam Chisolm. I'm a duly sworn warrant officer of the circuit court -in Wichita, Kansas. -He killed a man! I'm also a licensed peace officer in the Indian Territories, Arkansas, Nebraska, -and seven other states. -Yeah, we all saw him! Now, this man is wanted on charges in Nebraska, expedited by federal writ under Common State Law Enforcement Act. Yes, sir. Wire Judge Talbot in Wichita for the reward. Half the money goes to the man's widow. And you can... hold my part for me till I get back. Where you headed? Off into the mountains, huntin' a vaquero. No, Miss Emma. I'll do it. Excuse me. Are you a bounty hunter, sir? No, sir. SHERIFF: Yeah, that's Powder Dan. Get him on outta here. I have need a man with your qualifications. You can't afford me. Well, do you at least describe the rates or offer up the particulars? Rose Creek. It's only four days ride from here. A rich man has overtaken the town. He's killed half a dozen men. He's got the sheriff on his payroll and Blackstone agents in his employ. Well, you don't need a bounty hunter, you need an army. And we intend to hire one, sir. (clicks) Guess you weren't expectin' to see me again, were ya? Wild Bill? Is that you? You look like shit. Ain't no Wild Bill. They call me... the Two Gun Kid. Keep your hands away from your weapons, Faraday. -Hands up. Hands up. -Hands away... from the weap-- Ah-ah-ah. Get his guns, Dicky. Don't try nothin'. Whoa. A pretty one. What's that, a Peacemaker? EARL: Now turn around. I'm not for sale. Mister. Mister! You intend to make me chase? I have a proposition. And I'm wary of propositions, miss. Missus. I'm not sure if my friend filled you in on the details. Enough of 'em. Then why won't you at least listen?! (horse whickers) We're simple farmers. Decent, hard-workin' people bein' driven from our homes. Men slaughtered in cold blood. Women and children without food or essentials. All because some man named Bogue wants to mine our valley and take it from us. Bartholomew Bogue? You know of him? Heard the name. What's this? Everything we have. That's what it's worth to us. Been offered a lot for my work, but never everything. That man murdered my husband. Killed him dead in the middle of the street. So you seek revenge. I seek righteousness, as should we all. But I'll take revenge. FARADAY: The Two Gun Kid. EARL: That's my name now. 'Cause you got two guns? -Maybe not. -Told you it was a stupid name. Dicky, shut your goddamn mouth. Faraday, walk! Just mad 'cause mama gave him the name Earl. What do you want to do with him? How 'bout we take him over into that mine there? -Uh... -Whoa. This is as good a place as any. Into the mine, Faraday. If you're gonna kill me, kill me. If you're gonna rob me, rob me. But I will not go in that mine. There's rats in there. Virginia City? Three days past? Best you remember who you cheat out of $50 dollars in a card game! I assure you I did not have to cheat to beat the likes of you two. Easy. Gentlemen, allow me a moment to show you something quite miraculous. You just show us our money, Faraday! 52 cards. Pick a card. We ain't playin' no game. You've got the drop on me. You'll get a hoot outta this. DICKY: Come on, Earl, just pick one real quick. You know how I like magic. - All right, keep the gun on him. - Got it trained right on him. No tricks now. Don't let me see it. Show your associate. Commit the card to memory. When you're ready, put the card back in the deck. Don't try nothin'. Keep your gun on me. That's very good, Earl. Now, there's no way... I can know what your card is because I didn't see it. -Yet... -Come on. Let's go! With a shuffle and a cut, miraculously... uh, your card. That ain't his card. Man, you ain't no magic man. -That's not it? Hold on. -Quit playin' around 'fore I blow your goddamn head off. DICKY: Oh, remember the plan, Earl. I get to kill him. You didn't let me finish. Your card was the king of hearts, right? -(laughs) -Is this your card? Now, you see? That was worth it, wasn't it? -That was kind of good. -Pretty good. That was pret... No, you just... killed my brother. -Should I kill you? -No. Please. Would you like to see another magic trick? (weakly): No. Yeah. (gulps) It's called The Incredible... No. (whimpers) ...Disappearing... Ear. -(screaming) -(high-pitched tone) Oh, my ear! We are never gonna cross paths again. (gasps) (whimpering): Please don't kill me. Keep your money, please. (groans) I didn't want to kill him. He shouldn't have touched my guns. The only way in is the valley floor, and the main road in and out is to the west. CHISOLM: Where's the mine? EMMA: Here. And where's Bogue? Sacramento. Back in less than three weeks. And how many men you say you got left in town? 40, maybe. EMMA: Farmers. Not fighters. You understand what it means when you start somethin' like this. We did not start this, Mr. Chisolm. (horse whinnying) WRANGLER: Whoa! What are you waitin' on? Just get him under control. Spend all night at the saloon, and then you can't even control a silly horse. Come on, lad, get in there! Silly horse? That's a stallion. His name's Jack, and he's killed men before, so he oughta be careful. -Easy, easy, easy! -I require my horse back. That horse. Two days past. Your horse against my Irish whiskey. Behind the saloon rollin' dice. That, sir, is a lie. A complete, absolute fabrica... Good Lord. -Easy. -I thought that was a dream. I thought you were a leprechaun. That was real? Uh... I was mistaken. I would like to buy my horse back. Though I am... light of funds at the moment. So... seems we have ourselves a Mexican standoff, only between an Irishman and a Baptist, and I'm not sure how that ends. With you walkin' away without your horse. Now, why'd you have to go and touch your gun for? We were in the middle of a gentlemen's negotiation. WRANGLER: Come on! CHISOLM: How much for his horse? (horse whickers) STABLEMASTER: 25 dollars for the horse. Seven and two bits for the saddle. Our paths cross again. To what do I owe the pleasure? WRANGLER: Come on. (groans) Took a job. Lookin' for some men to join me. Is there money in it? (bag rattling) And who's she? Joan of Arc. My name's Emma Cullen. And this is my associate, Teddy Q. Well, I do have an affinity for shiny things. - Is it difficult? - Impossible. How many you got so far? CHISOLM: Two. What, them? You and me. Sendin' a woman to gather guns is not very chivalrous. I volunteered. Insisted, actually. (clicks tongue) Lot of fire in that one. Begs the question: Whose execution do we seek? Bartholomew Bogue. Bart Bogue? The robber baron? Means there's gold in the equation, but gold don't do you much good when you're buried with it. CHISOLM: You want out, feel free to leave. Just leave my horse. 'Cause I paid for it. Just speakin' out loud. 20 miles east of here. Volcano Springs. Supply station. You look for a Cajun name of Robicheaux. "Goodnight" Robicheaux? -That's right. -The Angel of Death. Meet me outside of Junction City in three days. Yeah, I ain't there, then it means I'm dead and you can, you can keep my horse. You're with me. Come on, let's go. Come on. Hyah! Three days. (horse whickers) (insects buzzing) -(buzzing continues) -(gasps) -(screams) -(gun clicks) -(groans) -The gun. The gun! Give it to him. Andale! He was already dead, if that's what you're wondering. You been sleeping in here? He doesn't snore much. (buzzing continues) -You Vasquez? -What's this to you? Here. If I'm gonna tear up a warrant. -(stammering) -I just want to make sure -I'm talkin' to the right man. -EMMA: No. Shh, shh. Poor likeness. You a bounty hunter? -Duly sworn warrant officer. -Where is your gun? Man carries a gun, he tends to use it. (chuckles) Dead ranger by your hand. 500 dollar reward. Maybe he had it coming. Doesn't matter to me either way. Why? You intend to get that reward? That depends. Got a business proposition for you. Well, does this business involves her? -Yes, it does. -Ooh. Get me out of here! -Shh, shh, shh, shh. -Let me out of here! -Shh, shh, shh, shh. -You wipe that smile off your face. (chuckles) EMMA: Oh, laugh now. Get it outta your system. After our business is concluded... -what then? -There'll still be a lot of men after your hide. -And that should give me comfort? -Should. I won't be one of 'em. You're loco, my friend. Si. -Hyah! Hyah! (cattle lowing) REFEREE: Welcome all to our humble Volc... -Hyah! -(cattle bellowing) REFEREE: You know the game. -CATTLE DRIVER: Go on, now! -Fastest gun wins. -Keep 'em movin'. -Winner take all. Hope you've all put your bets down. Arcade. Billy Rocks. (wind whistling, rushing) On my gun. (gunshots) -Whoo! -(others gasping, shouting) (laughter) ARCADE: Yeah, how about that, boys? -That was pretty good, huh? -(excited chatter) -Billy wins. -What? Are you blind? Come on, Eddy. -You're a liar! -Oh, come on, Arcade. Hey, come on, we all saw me win, now. -OTHERS: Yeah! -(shouting, chatter) -Double down! -We all want some more! Why don't we do it for real? COWBOY: Come on, Arcade, back off. -COWBOY 2: No, no, double down. -Come on, you scum-suckin' runt of a man! -I want no part of this. -Hey, let's just call it quits. -Double or nothin'! -It's your funeral, Arcade. Double or nothin'. (low, indistinct chatter) COWBOY: He called it. He can't be serious. (low, indistinct chatter) COWBOY: Whoa! All right. He's lost his mind. -He ain't got a chance. -Shit. -It ain't right. Billy? (hammer cocks) On my gun. -OTHERS: Oh! -Sh... -Never seen it. -What the hell was that? -Oh, come on, now. -I think he killed him. -He killed him, right? -What the hell? -(low chuckle) -Damn! (quietly): Damn it, Arcade. -Man, he got it. -What was that? -Damn! -Look at that. -See? I told ya. I told ya! (low, indistinct chatter) -They're takin' all our money. -I'll get you your money. Ain't in the habit of payin' off cheaters. -I'll be keepin' my money. -Easy, Goodnight. He's drunk. He don't mean it. Mr. Robicheaux, if I'd known it was you, that was your man, I never would've made such a disrespectful comment. It's all right, son. You just pay me double. Yes, sir. (coins clink) -Damn fool. -Goodnight Robicheaux? Let's get a drink. Sam Chisolm sent us. -(piano playing) -All right, get him outta here. MAN 2: That's gotta be real rough. MAN 3: I said, what do you think I'm payin' for? GOODNIGHT: "Duly sworn warrant officer from Wichita, Kansas, and seven other states"! Do we have the same man? -(laughter) -Yeah, believe we do. Should we talk somewhere more private? Nah, I like it right here. Billy, you like it here? -(mumbles) -Oh, yeah? How'd y'all meet? Ooh, how did we meet, Billy? I was serving a warrant on him for the Northern Pacific Railroad. Warrant for what? Killin' a man with a hairpin? (laughing) WOMAN: Now, now, you're gonna have to pay for that. -(women laughing) -(clears throat) That is funny. -(laughs): -GOODNIGHT: Here's what it is. I found Billy.... down in an old redneck saloon in, um, Texas, and all these good ol' boys they didn't want to serve Billy's kind, all right? So this, uh, petite son of a bitch took on the whole room bare-knuckled. I watched in awe, and I said to myself, "Goodnight, this is not a man to arrest, this is a man to befriend. You make your livin' off of his alley fights? Equal shares. Between fights, Goody helps me navigate the white man's prejudices. -GOODNIGHT: Mm-hmm. I keep him employed, and he keeps me... on the level. TEDDY Q: Well, Mr. Chisolm told us to come fetch you, but he didn't say anything about your friend over there. Wherever I go, Billy goes. Yes, sir. We understand each other. FARADAY: Well, day-and-a-half ride to Junction City. We got two days. Let's do a half day of drinkin'. (laughs) -I like you. -(laughter) (distant thunder rumbling) (whistles) GOODNIGHT: Ha-ha-ha! -Sam Chisolm! -Goodnight Robicheaux. Oh, sight to see, even with a storm on our backs. -Yeah. Rain ain't nothin' but wet. -Well, what we lose -in the fire we will find in the ashes. -That's right. (laughs) GOODNIGHT: Oh, yeah. -Ah... -This is Billy Rocks. He's with me. FARADAY (clears throat): Sam... uh, that's Billy. He come with Goodnight. GOODNIGHT: I don't know about this one. Who's this? -We work for her. -Uh-huh. (chuckles): Well, enchante, mon cher. -Emma Cullen. -Your hands are cold, Emma. Are you nervous? Don't be. Goodnight's my name. That Billy is pretty nifty with them pigstickers. (birds chirping) Oh, good, we got a Mexican. Oh... yippee, yippee, yippee, andale. Oh? Ooh, oh... Ole, muchacho. (Faraday chortles) GOODNIGHT: What a merry band we are. Me a grey, Chisolm a blue, Billy a mysterious man of the Orient. a drunk Irishman, a Texican, a female and her gentleman caller. (chuckles) This is not going to end well. I'm Mexican, cabron. No such thing as a Texican. Try tellin' that to my granddaddy. He died at the Alamo. New Orleans Greys, long barracks, bayonets. Blood. Teeth. Mauled by a horde of teemin' brown devils. My grandfather was one of those devils, you know. Toluca Battalion. Hey. Maybe my grandfather killed your grandfather, huh? Mmm, what a charming thought. -I sense we are bonding. -(laughing) So we're talking about the same Jack Horne. The Jack Horne. The legend Jack Horne. LEN: Legend? (chuckles): Legend, my ass. Yeah, he might've killed 300 Crow, but he ain't never met the Pigeon Brothers before. And you saying that's Jack Horne's rifle. It was... Jack Horne's rifle. -Uh-huh. -And there's an Army fort want to pay a thousand dollars for proof of death. Rifle'll do. You have no body? KEN: Well, you see, Len here smashed a boulder over his head. Fell off a cliff. Snuck up on him, huh? Just what the hell are you trying to imply? (grunts) (groans) Oh, my Lord. (grunts) Mm. The Pigeon Brothers weren't famous very long. (men chuckle) These two ungodly creatures... ...broke a rock on my head. Robbed me of my possessions. I trailed 'em for two days. Guess they got what they deserved, Mr. Horne. Uh... my name is Sam Chisolm. We met about six years ago up in Cheyenne. Now, I got a right, by the Lord and by the law, take back what belongs to me. Are we in agreement? Yeah. Yes, sir. You still collecting scalps? FARADAY: The government don't pay a bounty on redskins anymore. You must be out of work. Now, that's part of another story, ain't it? Yes, it is. We, uh... we're looking for some men, Mr. Horne, some good men like yourself, do a job going after a fella name of Bartholomew Bogue and his men. Just... well, just thought you'd be interested. (horse whickering) I believe that bear was wearing people's clothes. (men chuckle, murmur) (birds cawing) VASQUEZ: Never trust a people who bury their dead above the ground. GOODNIGHT: Don't call the alligator "big mouth" till you cross the river. (crickets chirping, birds hooting in distance) FARADAY: Are you in the Army? TEDDY Q: No, sir. FARADAY: I figured 'cause you carry this Army-issue Open Top .45 Long Colt. Took you for a soldier. You know how to shoot that thing? If I had to, I reckon. If you had to? Tell you what, for a sip of your whiskey, I'll teach ya a few lessons. (Faraday sighs) Lesson one. This... means don't shoot. You got it? Now watch this one. Now, lesson two. Take this card out of my hand. You take the card, you live. You don't, you die. Come on, Teddy. Focus. You got to be quick. You just lost your first gunfight. Try it again. Lesson two: It was never about the cards. Now, I'll give you a third lesson. Think you need that more than I do. Why don't you just take the rest, Mr. Faraday. Well, I think I will. (sighs): Oh. The fire still burns. (wolves howling in distance) (snoring softly) We have heard the chimes at midnight. Have we not? (chuckles) So what's the play here, Sam, huh? What's the payout? -Little gold, hmm? -(chuckles) Cash money? Huh? Diamonds? You ain't changed. (both laugh) Everything that, uh... Everything they have, that's what they offered. Everything? Yes? She's about the same age your sister'd be by now, hmm? Yeah, she is. Just making sure we're fighting the battle in front of us, not behind. (quiet snoring) Smell that? What smell? The smoke? It's blood. -(rocks clatter) -(horse whinnies) TEDDY Q: He's been tracking us. GOODNIGHT: I'll be damned. -(panting) -GOODNIGHT: Please tell me I'm hallucinating. FARADAY: You are hallucinating. So am I. GOODNIGHT: Where's there's one, there's more. CHISOLM: Hold your fire. Hold your fire. Vasquez. Where's your tribe? Huh? My path is different, too. My path... our path. We go to fight wicked men. Probably, we all die. (speaks Comanche) (speaks Comanche) (spits) What'd he say? Said he's with us. Gonna fix him some breakfast. I had mine. Let's get this fire started. (wind whistling) -Mr. Paley, come on in. -All right, sweetheart. Buy me a drink, sugar. MAN: Better get her all nailed down. MAN 2: I keep telling him. Just don't listen. Kristen. WAGON DRIVER: Hyah. Come on! That man's trouble. MAN: Leave that for now. Come on in the back. Close the door. Afternoon, gentlemen. Town's got a ban on firearms. Check 'em in. Get 'em back on your way out. You don't mind me asking, but how is it all of you go so well-heeled? These men are deputies. Awful lot of deputies for such a small place, ain't it? What's his story? Ah. My, uh, manservant. He's harmless. Saved his life in Shanghai, and... debt of honour and the like. Now, you don't mind giving up those guns, do you? Absolutely. Law and order, I say. Sheriff? Now, I must tell you that I'm more than happy to cooperate. I can't say the same thing for my compadres behind you. (rifle cocks) Quite a batch of strays. I'll say a prayer for you. You know, a-a little prayer. McCANN: Yeah, you'll make a hell of a rug. FARADAY: And you'll be murdered... by The World's Greatest Lover. (chuckles softly) All right. All right. What's your aim here, mister? Well... I hear that there are some... cowards running security here, so I figured we'd come down here and look after all this gold. Cowards? Blackstone Detective agents. Cowards. Now, Blackstones are good, union bustin', back-shootin' homesteaders and women, but... you put 'em up against some real men, men that know what they're doing-- you sure you don't want my gun? Now, you do know who we work for, right? The force... he can bring to bear? You tell Bogue... if he wants his town... come see me. (whistles) I don't believe he heard you. Meh-koo! (horse whinnying) (man groans) (clicks tongue) Go on, horse. (horse grunts) (low panting) (gunfire) (grunts) (both grunt) (gunfire continues) (Horne roars) (bullets ricocheting) (gunfire continues) (raspy gasping) (hisses) (yells) WOMAN: No! Devil, don't shoot. I'm the proprietor. WOMAN: No! (screams) HORNE: Lord, -give me clear vision! -(grunting) Clear sight! (man grunting) (horse whinnying) -Hyah! -(horse whinnying) (man grunting) (gunfire) (Horne yells) Puta! (pistols whooshing) Hyah! Hyah! (women scream) (woman gasps) (galloping hooves, neighing) Hyah! (panting) Hyah! Hyah! Go on, shoot him. Take the shot. Take that shot. Take the damn shot! Give me that. It's jammed. CHISOLM: How'd we do? I got five. FARADAY: I got six. Hey. FARADAY: What'd you get? Six. I got seven. (scoffs) You wanna try and tie it up? Huh, chingado? Say when, guero. (quietly): Hey. Come on out of there. Come on. Come on! Take off that gun belt. You all right? CHISOLM: Nice and easy. Take off that badge, too. I'm-I'm still sheriff. Duly elected. Consider this a recall. Now, you're gonna deliver a message to your boss. Mister, you already sent him a message, only you're not gonna like his answer. Tell him we have his town, we have his whole valley. He want it back, he's gonna have to make a deal with us. He don't make deals. You can ask anybody here. He's just gonna send as many men as it takes -to squash you flat. -We'll be waitin'. In the meantime, you tell him this: Lincoln. Like the president. Say it. Lincoln like the president. That's right. Lincoln, Kansas. And you tell him if he don't show up himself, he ain't nothin' but a yellow-bellied sapsuckin' coward. (smacks lips) Go on, git. Git. Hey. Sam Chisolm. - Say it. - Sam Chisolm. Yes, sir. FARADAY: Well, this is quite the welcome party. -Where is everybody? -I think we killed 'em all. GOODNIGHT: No, they're here. They just want to make sure their candle is lit before they blow out the match. (hoofbeats approaching) EMMA: Everyone! Come on! Come out! Come out! TEDDY Q: Come on out, everybody! What's the matter with y'all? Don't you see what they just did? EMMA: Come on! Come out! (low, indistinct chatter) (panting) These men are here to help us! -EMMA: Come on! -Well, look at that. (low, indistinct chatter) -Come on! -Nothing to be scared of! Let's go! -Come on! -Is he dead? -Come on. Get away. (indistinct chatter continues) EMMA: Come on! It's all right. -(trembling breath) -It's all right. -It's okay. -MAN: They're all dead. EMMA: Come on, don't be afraid. I have assembled these men and offered fair pay. Who picked you to deal on our behalf? Seems I was the only one with balls enough to do so. (chuckles) EMMA: So I did. As I said, these men are here to help us. Mr. Chisolm? (clears throat) Uh, my name is Sam Chisolm, and, uh, I'm a duly sworn warrant officer in Wichita, Kansas. Uh, also a licensed peace officer in the Indian Territories, Arkansas and seven other states. Now, what happened here was... just an opening skirmish. The real battle is yet to come. The idea is that when it comes, it'll be on our terms. -On our terms? -Yeah, th-there's -no way in hell. -Son of a bitch'll come back with 200 men and slaughter us all. If you want to leave, leave. Just don't take anything you didn't bring with you. CHISOLM: You want to keep your town, you're gonna have to fight for it. Now, we're here to help you, but you got to help us. We're gonna need every somebody out here -to help us fight. -GAVIN: Good Lord! Are you suggesting we wait here to face retaliation? -Hell, yeah, he is. Let 'em come. -What? -We'll be ready for 'em. -I beg pardon, sir. The spirit here is willing, -but we are not killers. -MAN: That's right. Most aren't, till they're looking down the barrel of a gun. FANNING: Now, I never shot anything that could shoot back at me. But this is our home. -Damned if I won't defend it. -CHISOLM: That's right. And now let me tell you, these men that are coming here, they're gonna underestimate you-- that'll be -their first mistake. -That's all well and good, but we don't have enough time. Bogue said he'd be back in three weeks-- that was eight days ago. -One week. -That only leaves us... No, one week? -One week? -CHISOLM: One week. Three days' ride to Sacramento with the bad news, one day for Bogue to plan, three days back. Seven days-- that's all you got. -(indistinct chatter) -LENI: For goodness' sake. CHISOLM: We'll get started in the morning. Get a good night's rest. May be your last for a while. -Oh, Lord. -Good gracious. (low, indistinct chatter) (baby cries) (sighs) (sniffling) HORNE: I'll have some more beans. WOMAN: Would they care for more coffee? Like being in one of them damn zoos. Fame is a sarcophagus. You read those in a book, or you just make 'em up as you go? I'll try to use one-syllable words from now on. -What... what's a syllable? -(chuckles) What'd he say? He asked that you kindly stop staring at his hairline. I will. Long as he stops licking his lips over mine, hm? (laughter) HORNE: Ah... (indistinct chatter) These bodies don't get buried in the church graveyard. You take 'em to Boot Hill. MAN: I expect we'll make ten miles by sundown. FARADAY: I suppose that undertaker's -gonna get some business out of this deal. -(laughing) GAVIN: I guarantee ya, there's ain't no reason to be runnin' off scared. Hate to see y'all go like this, now. Now, now, won't you reconsider? MAN: Hyah! GOODNIGHT: Who'd have thought we'd travel this many miles just to have the good people of Rose Creek turn tail and leave us to die? Well, some people have died for much less. GOODNIGHT (sighs): Behold. Our army approaches. Oh, good, they brought their pitchforks. We may stand a chance after all. (chuckles) Lord, keep me from judgment. FARADAY (voice-over): Gun on your shoulder. Right shoulder. Knives. There's nothing to it. Oh, boy. Who here fought in the War of Northern Aggression? Mm. Not me. What is this? Come on. Throw. Slash. Stab. That's it. Yah! Yah! That simple. -MAN: Like hell. -Hey. -How the hell we gonna learn to do that? -Get back here! Get back! Fire! (groaning, coughing) Jesus wept! Reload! Statistically speaking, they should've hit somethin'. GOODNIGHT: Y'all startin' to piss me off. How many times I got to tell you to keep your foot up underneath you, huh? Come on, now. Schoolteacher, take your hat off your head. (man mutters) Teddy... expect more from you, son. The recoil is not to be shunned, -it's to be absorbed. -I ain't shunnin' a damn thing, sir. You trying to make me angry? Is that what it is? -Do you... -(gunshot) -Oh! -(groaning) That's the second time for you. -Go make me some eggs. -The damn hammer... No, I don't wanna hear it! Have a nice afternoon. You gonna point... you gonna point that rifle at me? -No, sir. You cut the ears off a mule, don't make him a horse. -Leave your weapon. -GOODNIGHT: Trying to help you. You understand? Keep the target soft, pull the trigger slow. So slow. -You can't pull it slow enough. -Like that? Let the shot surprise you. All right, now. (man coughs) Fire when ready. Fire! (final bullet ricochets) (coughing) HANK: Think I pinched my finger. -Bless their hearts. -GOODNIGHT: That's hard to do. This many men and miss that many targets? Twice? I'm looking at a line of dead men. You gotta hate what you're firing at! Hate it! Come on! Get some gravel in your craw! Goddamn sons of bitches! MAN: All right. These men need inspiration. -Inspire them. -Yeah. You are Goodnight Robicheaux, after all. Aint'cha? I can hit sand... but we need the lead. 23 confirmed kills at Antietam. This is one of Connolly's Confederate sharpshooters. Dubbed the Angel of Death. Do what he does. He's a legend. (quietly): Or is that all you are? (horse whinnies in distance) -MAN: Whoa! -(whooping, laughing, chattering) -That's some fancy shooting there! -He did it. He did it. -That's why they call him Goodnight. -You're telling me. -Can you believe that? -That's fantastic. Told ya. Y'all go home, polish your rifles-- maybe the glint'll scare 'em off. We ain't gonna shoot no more? So this is our trap. VASQUEZ: It might work. Pin 'em in there. GOODNIGHT: Well, it might, if we can teach more than half these townsfolk to hit the broad side of a barn -at ten paces. -Come up with a few surprises. We'll need more than a few. It's a box of death. So melt the elements, with fervent heat. Like Sodom and Gomorrah. What do you think? Reminds me of this fella I used to know. Fell off a five-story building. Passed each floor on the way down. People inside heard him say, "So far, so good!" (chuckling) -FARADAY: He's dead now. -CHISOLM: Yeah. I make good on my horse yet, Sam? So far, so good. -(chuckling) -Let's go get some ammo. Cabron. Come on. (explosion rumbling) MAN: Mr. Bogue wants this mine stripped before he gets back! -Hyah! Hyah! -Move it, you lazy dogs! -(explosion) -Quit your lollygagging! Move that gold out! Fire in the hole! (explosions continue) (rifle cocks) -(explosion) -(gunshot) -(whinnies) -(rifle cocks) MAN: That sounded like a gunshot! MAN 2: It's coming from the cliff. (gunshot) (rifle cocks) (gunshot) (rifle cocks) -(gunshot) -(yells) -Who was that? -I don't know. -Keep the powder down. -Look-it, right there. (man coughs) MINER: Who are they? These ain't Bogue's guys. Yup. They done killed them all. (indistinct chatter) This mine is now closed. You men are free to go. Or... -you can stay and fight. -(indistinct chatter) (amazed whistle) This will help. CHISOLM (chuckles): Yeah. I've always wanted to blow something up. (laughter) Go back inside. Whoa-hoa-hoa! GAVIN: M-Mr. Chisolm, what's this? -Reinforcements. -Wh-What's that on the wagon? -Dynamite. -Dynamite? Where you gonna put that stuff? Your place. My place? Wh-Why my place? Oh, Lord. Please be careful with it. (grunts) BOGUE (voice-over): My town. -My gold. How? -I-It was happening so fast, Mr. Bogue, I couldn't... (takes deep breath) there just wasn't... enough. And that I'd be a coward? Uh... if you didn't come to Rose Creek. Yes, sir. -He said his name was Chisolm? -Sam Chisolm, from Lincoln. Like the president. He name his price? H-He didn't have one; just terms. All men have a price. Isn't that right, Mr. Harp? Not this man. (exhales) BOGUE (voice-over): How many men you say? - S-Seven. - Seven? Seven? Seven men ride into my town, dispatch with 22 of the best guns money can buy? -Is that what you're telling me? -They fought like three times that, Mr. Bogue. Bullshit. It was nothin' but the element of surprise. (whispers): Hey. Surprise. (gasping) You think Rockefeller had to do things himself? Vanderbilt? Everything I have, I worked for it. Not like them, with their fancy friends and their pocketed politicians. I want land, you know what I do. I take it. Hmm? You know what history will say about Rose Creek? Nothing. It won't have existed for long enough. But history will remember me. What I built. Mr. Denali? Recruit an army to go back with us. (rifle cocks) (gunshot) (rifle cocks) Pretty. I mean good. Your shooting is good. Do it again. Sight the lowest part of the V, cheek resting against the s... I had a father, thank you. I didn't. Whoo! God... dang it, I'm good. Why are you doing this, Mr. Faraday? I mean, why are you here... fighting someone else's fight? I needed my horse back, and this was the price. Six pounds of pressure. That's all that's required to kill a man. And they say the nightmares never go away. Those nightmares, they keep you up often, Mr. Faraday? You might want to wear some pants if you're fixin' to fight. CHISOLM (voice-over): Bogue will come from the south. Now, he'll prefer high ground, but we'll try to lure him into town, turn it into a shootin' gallery. Now, if we can create enough confusion, maybe we can get them to break ranks. FARADAY (chuckles): That's a lotta open space here, Sam. I don't really see a way to keep 'em out. CHISOLM: We're not. We're gonna let 'em in. HORNE (voice-over): Yes, yes, we force 'em down through here, leave this open here, make this into a graveyard. CHISOLM (voice-over): Goodnight, you're our best shot with a rifle-- you find high ground that gives you a clear line of sight, you keep Bogue in your sights once the chaos starts. GOODNIGHT (voice-over): Now, we have some shotguns. We can get the men who can't shoot, place in front of each door-- it's to hard to miss a doorway. We could dig trenches. Shoot all the way out that way. Trouble with taking one of these positions, you can't ever get down. Now, whatever happens, Bogue can't leave. FARADAY: How do we even know Bogue's gonna show? -He'll show. -And if he just shoots you in the head? Then just shoot him in the head. Hell, I don't know, uh, avenge me. If we can lure him into the bottleneck, close the door behind him, each group fire and advance, we stand a chance. Worst-case scenario: all is lost and we blow the mine. This right here is the best spot. Can we take position up there? Is it safe? Anything left up there to stand on? FARADAY (voice-over): Won't have to go too far to pray for forgiveness. -(Chisolm chuckles) VASQUEZ (chuckles): There you go. -Geez. -But there is no forgiveness for men like you, guero. (chortles) Don't call me guero. What's guero mean anyway? -Handsome? Debonair? -Yeah, something like that. (Faraday and Vasquez chuckling) GOODNIGHT: No, this is our stronghold. You funnel them all towards the church. EMMA (voice-over): Where am I? You keep the women and children safe and out of harm... I aim to fight. Well, if it comes to that, then we're all dead, ain't we? CHISOLM: Goody. You all right? GOODNIGHT (voice-over): What do you say, Sam, about 50 or 75 yards out? HORNE: That's our trench. HORNE: Ditches on each side! The rest of y'all -stand to the side! -We're gonna need another ditch by the livery. See that? MAN: Take the slack out of it! -All good. -I need another guy on the rope. -Good, and heave! -All right, tie it up, now. -Put your weapon... (girl giggles) CLARA: Make sure to paint the whole thing. Very smart, smoking, huh? -Whoa. -Three minutes. That's too much land to cover. VASQUEZ: Ready when you are. (grunts) (grunting) -(laughter) -FARADAY: -Where did them eggs come from? A chicken's ass, you dummy. FARADAY: Did I introduce you to my wife? Her name is Ethel, and I love her. Hello, Ethel. Charmed. (laughs) FARADAY: And I consider her to be the love of my life. And she is a no-bullshitter, -she's a straight shooter. -All right, calm down, now. Put the gun away, son. -Her name is Ethel. -Put it away. And you'll show her some goddamn respect. Yeah. It's Maria you can disrespect. (laughing) Don't tell Ethel about Maria. (laughs) Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. My Maria, cabron? -Hm? -You have a Maria? I have three Marias! (laughs) (laughing) HORNE: That's not right. The owl followed me here. Nothing's following you. I heard the voice. -Goody... -I heard the voice. -Goody. -Billy, I heard it. I pull that trigger in violence again, I'm gonna die a ghastly death, Billy. -I heard it. -(sighs) -HORNE: ...same thing, it's not the same thing. -Yeah, it is. No, a woman's a woman, a gun's a gun, in the Lord's eye. They're just dreams, Goody. You talk about guns, you talk about women, -you talk about 'em separately. It ain't right. -Sure it is. Sure it is, my friend. I had a wife once. Had a family. -Had some children, too. One time. -Mm? Now the stitching'll outlast you, I imagine. HORNE: That's... that's very nice of you. I didn't ask you to do that. I didn't ask you to ask. (quietly): Mm, mm. (Vasquez laughs) You quit starin'. -I didn't ask her to do that. -Well, the lady just did some poking and sticking for you. Maybe you should consider returning the favor, you know? (laughter) -Okay, all right. -(laughter continues) (indistinct chatter, laughter) Evenin', Mr. Chisolm. Preacher. Ah, what a beautiful night it is. Yes, it is. I just wanted to take a moment to come up here and to... to thank you. For everything that you've done for us. It's been a long while since we've been able to enjoy an evening quite like tonight. Before you and your men arrived, all of our everyday pleasures had been... taken from us. To have those back, even if only for a moment... Well, it might not mean that much to you, but, by God, we are all eternally grateful to you. More than you know, preacher. TOWNSMAN: Oh, well, you might as well get on up even. TOWNSMAN 2: Last thing I wanna be doin' is playin' cards. -(townswoman laughs) -All night. All night. You know, some of these folks ain't gonna make it. Yeah. (indistinct chatter continues) -Here we go. Easy. Easy. -Steady. -Throw me the other end! -Here you go. -Whoa, whoa! -VASQUEZ: Okay, pues. -That far enough? -That'll do! (grunting) TOWNSMAN: All right, two or three more of those, then we're good. -(grunting) -That's it, right there. Look. Look. Look. (cooing happily) GOODNIGHT: There we go. Watch your head now, Teddy. (groans) Now you can pray for us, Father. My brother, I will pray for you until I forget how to pray. Water, Mr. Chisolm? PREACHER: This is a grand day in the history books of Rose Creek! PREACHER: God bless you, Mr. Chisolm, sir. Vindication, brothers and sisters! Water, Mr. Horne? HORNE: Thank you, miss. PREACHER: For God's glory! (horse whinnies) (horse whickers) (bell clangs) PREACHER: The Lord said, "Where there are two or three gathered in My name, I will be there." (insects trilling) You just gonna run off before you get your cut of the gold? (Goodnight sighs) (owl hooting softly) Well, y'all gonna be dead this time tomorrow, Sam. I believe every man's got the right to choose where he dies, if he can. Well, that kind of talk may work with these other sons of bitches, but I know why you're here. And it's not for the benefit of mankind. You run out on these people, Goody, and you gon' be disappointin' more than just them... or me. Remember what you said to me when them Billy Yanks -were kickin' my sorry ass six ways to Sunday? -Mm-hmm. -I remember. -Yeah? You asked me why I wanted to save a piece of rebel trash like you, -and I told you the war was over. -But it ain't over, Sam. -Yes, it is. -No, it isn't. No, the killing's not over. It keeps goin' on and on and on. -I seen so much death. -The war... is over... for both of us. What we lost in the fire, we'll find in the ashes. I need you. I've become everything I despise. I... -I'm faint-hearted... -Mm. (whispering): ...and I'm a... coward. Bye. You remember me as I was. Come on. CONGREGATION: ...hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done, on Earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses... You all right? Well... Where's Billy? It looks like he's started to drink. All right. Well... anybody else want to leave, now's the time. No one'll hold no ill will towards you. What about you? I... I believe I'm gonna see this through. These people deserve their lives back. I have nowhere else to go, so... (exhales) I'm in. HORNE: You know, I knew that tomorrow was gonna be a dark day. And now that there's one less of us, gonna be darker. But to be in the service of others... with men that I respect, like you all... ...well, I shouldn't have to ask for more than that. Mm-hmm, well... TOWNSMAN 1: I'll see you in the morning. TOWNSMAN 2: All right. (clears throat) I'm hungry. HORNE: Wait. Hell, you-you speak English? Hijo de la chingada. So? (laughs) You little shit. We got a lot to talk about. (door opens) HORNE: Don't walk away from me! (exhales) EMMA: I'll take his place. - Who? - Goodnight. Just saw him ride out. (wind whistling) (bell tolls) (sobbing) (bell tolls) (bell tolls) (bell tolls) HORNE: Thank You for the strength that You have given me. (bell tolls) (bell clanging quickly) It's time. -HANK: Come on, children! -(indistinct chatter) -Come on. -LENI: Children, quickly, please, go on. -(girl coughing) -LENI: Let's go. LITTLE BOY: Come on, hurry! Hurry, children! -(baby crying) -LITTLE GIRL: Come on, -come on. -LITTLE BOY: Come on. Now get on down in there. -(children chattering) -Come on. Watch your step. (fearful chatter continues) (bell clanging) (creaking) -(whickering) -Easy, easy. Steady. (horses whickering) That's it. -(horse whinnies) -(clicks tongue) Hyah, hyah. Hah, hah. MAN: Easy now, easy. Chisolm? It's him, all right. (horse whickering) TOWNSMAN: It's only minutes. -(playing harmonica) -Shh! -(stops playing) -We're safe. Nothin' to fear. (muffled cough) (whispering): Yeah. Mr. Denali. (shrieks war cry) (Blackstone soldiers shouting, horses whinnying) (shouting, whooping) -(shouting) -Keep it clear! -Come on! -Steady! (breathing unsteadily) -(soldiers shouting) -That's it, straight on! -Mask up. -All together. Come on. (shouting indistinctly) Bring 'em up! -All right... we're up. -Let's get ready now. -(shouting, whooping) -Steady on, boys! Steady on! (baby crying) -(little boy sobs) -HANK: Mind your sister. Come on, line up, boys. Steady on, steady on! (grunts) Hyah! Hyah! BLACKSTONE SOLDIER: Go on, go on, go on! Hyah, hyah, hyah! Hyah! Shoot whoever you see, don't spare a soul, do you hear me? BLACKSTONE SOLDIER 2: Go around! Go around! Go through the miners' camp! Okay, boys, all the way to the side! Keep goin'! Just stay with me, boys! (shouting) -Hyah! -Hyah! BLACKSTONE SOLDIER: Yeah, shoot 'em all! Drain all the blood from their bodies, you hear me? BLACKSTONE SOLDIER 2: Shoot 'em and skin 'em! HORNE: I'm countin'. Five. Four. (shouting) -Three. -(panting) Break them apart! (shouting, whooping) Two. Let's go, come on! (whinnying) One! (men and horses screaming) BILLY: One! Whoa, watch out! Whoa, whoa! (excited laughter) BILLY: Hold! Hold! -(horse whickers) -Easy. -Shh, shh, shh. Hyah! Keep your line! BLACKSTONE SOLDIER 4: Head around left! (whinnies) (grunts) -Pull! -(grunts) BLACKSTONE SOLDIER: Watch your back comin' in! MINER: Get 'im! -MINER 2: I can't see 'em from here! -(neighs) MINER 3: Get down, but keep firin'! -(screaming) -Hyah! (screaming) Hey! Hey, easy, easy, easy! HORNE: Let's do it! -Now! -Come on! -Let's go! -Shoot, shoot! -(gunfire) -Fire away! -He's right there! -Over by the barn! Dig in! Keep shootin'! They're right in front of ya! I got him! (groans) Here they come! -Stand your ground! -Watch the side! -Through here, go! -Cut him off round that bend! BLACKSTONE SOLDIER: Get him! Go! They're comin' fast! -Watch your right! -Hyah, hyah! Ride, ride! -Shoot! Go around, fire! -Head him off, over there! (grunts) There's another one up top! (Red Harvest shrieks a war cry) BLACKSTONE SOLDIER: Over there! Over there! Although I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil... (grunts) ...for Thou art with me! (grunting) Hyah! Hyah! BLACKSTONE SOLDIER: That's it! Unload on him! I got him! -Here! -There! (whinnies wildly) (grunts) -It's blocked! -Go round, go round! -Ain't no way through! -Come on! Push the wagon! (grunts) We're outnumbered! Get to the church! BLACKSTONE SOLDIER: Let's go, come on! -(groans) -Don't let him go! Get him! (shouting) EMMA: Now! Now! Hyah! Hyah! TOWNSMAN: There's too many of 'em. They're gonna kill all of us! -EMMA: No! No! Stay down! -(grunts) EMMA: Keep shooting! (grunts) Whoa! (grunts) (grunts) -(grunts) -(whinnies) What are you doin' there? Get back to the livery stable! Just keep movin'! They're gonna kill us all! (soldiers shouting) (grunts) (shouting) (shouting continues) TOWNSMAN: We're outnumbered! Go around the barn! We're clear, we're clear! (Faraday whoops) Keep shootin'! Take cover! -Straight through there, left side! -Too damn full! BLACKSTONE SOLDIER: Shoot 'em when you see 'em! -They're over here! -(grunts) Light up that wagon! -They're on that roof! -Push that wagon! -(screams) -(horse whinnies) TOWNSMAN: Block 'em in! They got us trapped! -Ain't no way out! -(grunts) Go, go, go! (gunshot) (gunshots) Open 'em up! (gunfire) Go get the wagon. VASQUEZ: Head to the church! TOWNSMAN: This way, come on! VASQUEZ: Into the church! - Bring the fight to these cowards! - Yeah, let's kill these bastards! -Wagons! Wagons! Let's go... -Hurry, guero! ...light 'em up and lock these sons of bitches in here! -Andale! -Lock 'em up, let's g... ah! Guero, man! -Light it up! -Yeah. That's far enough. Leave it, let's go! Ay chinga tu madre, cabron! Puta ma! -(men whooping) -Are you okay, guero? So far, so good. All right, whoa, whoa, whoa. (baby crying) -You're safe here. -It's gonna be all right. BLACKSTONE SOLDIER: Can't get out! It's a dead end! They're tryin' to pen us in! (whinnies) -We're trapped! -Go the other way! - We still have men there, sir. - Mm-hmm. I'm goin'! -Go. -Keep shooting! They're trapped! (shrieks war cry) Keep shooting! (grunting) VASQUEZ: Keep shooting, guerito! (shouting) BLACKSTONE SOLDIER: Go round! It's blocked! Puta ma! BLACKSTONE SOLDIER: Come on, you sumbitches! (Goodnight whooping) (whinnies) Now! They got the devil's breath! They got a goddamn Gatling gun! Hyah! Let 'em have it. (clicking) Let's run! Gavin, damn it! (men grunting) (panting) Ah, hell! Get down! -Take cover! -No, Danny, st... Go on, Miss Emma. -GOODNIGHT: Get down! -(Emma screaming) GOODNIGHT: They have a Gatling gun! A Gatling gun! Get inside! Inside, inside! -Andale! -Billy! -Hey, Goody! -Orale, cabron! (screaming) -Go! Gun! -Gatling gun! Move, get out of the way, go on! -Get down! Get down! -Oh, God, look out! Get back! (shouting) Get down, get down! -(bell booms) -Ah! (children screaming) (screaming continues) (sobbing): Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! They're reloading! Stay down! Stay down! -Get down! -(children screaming) The children. -Get down. -Get down! -Get down against the wall, come on! -Hey, Goody! -Yeah, I see 'em, I see 'em. -Let's go, Billy! HANK (muffled): Hey! We gotta get these kids outta here. HANK: Over here! -(crying) -All right, everybody, come on. -Come on, everyone. -Quick, quick, -Up the stairs. Careful. Quick, quick, quick, quick. (groaning) TEDDY Q: Can't walk. They got my leg, sir. -(gasping) -Schoolteacher, what are you doin' up here? I... I want, I want to stay. Come on, now, get outta here! HORNE: Wrap that leg. Stop the bleedin'. Find some ammo. You did good... Shit! Ah! (grunts fiercely) We are giants put on this earth to rid it of evil and to keep all that is good! -Straight to the field. Go! -Quickly. Quickly! -Go on, children, hurry. -Come on. -Quickly. -To the field. (growls) (Horne screams) (gasping) (sighs) (sighs) -Keep goin', keep goin'! Keep goin'. -Anthony! -Quickly now. -Anthony! -Pa! -Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go. -Quickly! -You can't-- Go, go, go! -Come on. Stay together. -Let's go! Go, go, go. -Come on, children. Quickly. -Keep goin'! To the ridge line! HANK: Come on. Just keep goin'. Get down. Get down! (both grunting) Come on. Come on. (pistol clicks) -(gunshots) -Get down! They're coming! We're runnin' outta ammo, boys! TOWNSMAN: Hold them down! Make it count! -Shit, Billy. -I knew you'd come back. (chuckles) Oh, you did, did you? How'd you know that? You forgot this. Whew! (cackling) All right. Let's do it. Yeah! (cackles) (pistol clicks) (clicks) (pistol clicks) (clicks) (whimpers quietly) (Red Harvest yells) (footsteps coming up stairs) (bellows, grunts) (gunshots) (bellowing) (grunting) (groans softly) (groans) (panting) (groans) -(soldier whistling) -Over there! Over there! There, in the church! Ammo, ammo! Andale! PREACHER: This is all we've got. This reminds me of what my daddy used to say. -(light chuckle) -(raspy breath) What's that, Goody? Get down. (groaning, gasping) BILLY: What? Well, my daddy used to say a lot of things, you know? (both laugh hysterically) - CHISOLM: - You all right? - Hell yeah. So far, so good. I might need a new vest. (chuckles) (Gatling gun continues firing) Damn, we gotta do somethin' about that gun. (panting) (sighs) (Goodnight bellowing) Hey. You know what? We're even. For the horse. You don't owe me anything. Well, you owe me. What's that? Cover. Come on! Come on! (Goodnight bellowing) VASQUEZ: Andale, guero! BILLY: Over here. -This side, Goody. -Hyah! Hyah! GOODNIGHT: Ride, Faraday, ride! Hyah! What do we have here? BLACKSTONE SOLDIER: Get him! Get that bastard! You see? Get the two in the back. Hit the steeple. GOODNIGHT: I got him! (yells) (panting) Oh, Goody. Hah! (grunts) (overlapping shouting) (grunts) (inhales) (groaning) (grunting quietly) BLACKSTONE SOLDIER: Come on, boy! -(gunshot) -(grunts) (Faraday groaning) BLACKSTONE SOLDIER: Why don't you stay down, boy? (exhales) (strikes match) Oh, yeah. Let's go, boys. BLACKSTONE SOLDIER: Yeah, yeah... mm-hmm. Dynamite. I always been lucky with one-eyed jacks. -(yelling) -Dynamite! (horse grunting) (horse huffs) (wind whistling softly) CHISOLM (faint, muffled): # Bring them in # # Bring them in... # (rapid gunshots) (gunshots stop) (wind whistling) (footfalls) Chisolm? Should I know that name? You should know it from your obituary. Ah. We connected, hmm, somehow? 14th of October 1867. Did you hire renegade greys to pillage and... steal land in Kansas? Homesteaders. Good people trying to make a life for themselves, like these people here. If God didn't want 'em sheared... He wouldn't have made 'em sheep. -(bullet ricochets) -Aah! (groaning) CHISOLM: No. Pick it up. (grunts, groans) Go on, pick it up. Pick it up. -Pick it up! -(grunts) (groans) (groans) (grunts, pants) (gasping breaths) In nomine et Patris... Spiritus Sanctum. (Bogue panting, groaning) You a God-fearin' man? Huh? (Bogue gasping for breath) BOGUE: Yeah. (gasping breath) (Bogue continues gasping for breath) BOGUE: Please... just leave. (gasping) Please leave me be! Please! (groaning loudly) (gasping breaths) Please. I... I beg your pardon. (Bogue panting) I've done you wrong. (quietly): God. I want you to pray with me. All right? Come on. (panting softly) All right? -Ask for forgiveness. -Wait. -Yeah, you can. -I... You close your eyes, and you pray. Pray for my mother... (whispering): that your men raped. Go on, pray. You pray. Pray for my two sisters... -(distorted, echoed screams) -that your men murdered. -(soft panting) -That they strung up. Did they pray when you put the rope around my neck? -Did they pray then? -(thump) -(laughs softly) -Pray, pray. I remember. Chisolm... -(whispering): Yeah. -Yeah? -I remember. -You remember? (choking) (whispering): I said pray. (choking): No. "Hallelujah." Killing me won't give you the satisfaction you want! (choking) CHISOLM: "Our Father..." Say it. "...who art in heaven..." (continues choking) (whispering): "...hallowed be Thy name." Say it. (quiet choking) "Thy kingdom come..." Go on. -(continues choking) -Come on. -Say it. -(gunshot) (gasping breaths) (wind whistling softly) Amen. (townsfolk chattering) Faraday? MAN: Thank you, Father. (indistinct chatter continues) Preacher. I'm gonna take good care of your men, Mr. Chisolm. Proper. WOMAN: Oh! There you are! MAN: Oh, you made it? You made it through! (whinnying) (quietly): Let's go. PREACHER: God bless you, Mr. Chisolm. VASQUEZ: Take care of Jack, Teddy. -CHISOLM: Miss Emma. -Thank you. MAN: It sure is good to see you. WOMAN: Oh! I'm so... oh, I'm so happy to see you! -Thank you so much, sir. -Thank you, Mr. Chisolm. -Thank you! -CHISOLM: Hyah. -HANK: Thank you, Mr. Chisolm. Godspeed, men. (crying, laughing) BOY: Mom, is it over? BOY 2: Is it okay? BOY 3: Mommy? (woman sobbing) -Mom! -Sweetheart! BOY 3: Oh, hey, it's our ma! Ma! MAN: That's all right. As long as I can walk, I'll be fine. (Red Harvest whooping) (birds chirping) EMMA (voice-over): Whatever they were in life, here, at the end, each man stood with courage and honour. They fought for the ones who couldn't fight for themselves, and they died for them, too. All to win something that didn't belong to them. (wind rushing) It was... magnificent.