RUNNING WATER Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Able 2020 Hawk. ANIMAL CALLING OINKING Oh, shit! Goddamn sons of bitches. God shit me more. Hey, you seen Coulter? No. Listen up! When them plews is cleaned, I want you to hoop 'em up real tight. Remember, we're not doing no 15-pelt bales! We're doing 30-pelt bales. Fitzgerald. Captain. Where are we with the haul? What are you thinking? Well... I'm thinking, whatever it is that they're hunting out there, I'm hoping they don't need another shot. Let's make sure we're ready to head out by dawn. Been done by this morning. I'd have liked to be out myself by now, but you know, we're not. We men are too tired. I figure we're only a few days out from the fort, we're trapped out. All we have to worry about is getting some fresh meat for the boys. Yeah. Yeah, you seen Coulter? Hey, we took down an elk. A big one. We're going to need some help to haul the meat back. You let me know when it's on the spit. I'll help with it then. Hey, no. Come on, fellas. I need your help. We needed help when we were busting our asses loading them bales. I've been out here so long eating this damn beaver meat, I'm actually starting to miss my wife's cooking. Shit, I'm actually starting to miss your wife. Why don't you shut the hell... Help. Is that Coulter? Stay together. Jim, you go get the Captain. Jesus Christ! Help him! Anybody seeing them? Stay quiet, dammit. Goddamn. SHOUTING They got Thomas. I can't see 'em. Get down! Oh, shit. They're everywhere. We're surrounded. They're everywhere. Stay here. No, no. Oh, no! Stay down! Help me! They want us out in the open. Someone get up the hill! Nobody move, just stay where you are. Well, they want the pelts. We've got to get on that boat right now or we're going to lose it all. WHOOPING, GUNSHOTS Get to the boat. To the boat, son. Move, move, move. Leave the forest, leave the forest! To the boat! Hawk! Hawk! Hawk! MAN CRIES OUT SHOUTING Grab some pelts! Come on, grab the pelt! Grab the pelt. Come on. Come on. Get this to my little girl. You're coming with us. I'm getting help... Lean on me, just get... Glass! Get to the boat! INAUDIBLE You fucking son of a... Get on the fucking boat. GUNSHOT Argh! Help! Move, come on. Come on. Cut the rope. Cut the rope. Wait for Amos, wait for Amos... We go now. Fire the cannon. Don't leave, please! SHRIEKING MAN SINGING And the dust becomes flour... Amen. When the morning is clear this child of God will meet Jesus Christ himself. Amen. Amen. Amen. Ready? Hold still. MAN CRIES OUT Where did you learn that? My father was a doctor. Bridger. Captain, we got a smarm of tree niggers out here waiting to finish the job. Hold there. Yes. Tell me you've got some kind of plan. Glass. Missouri is no good. Not while the Ree's running it. We got to get off this boat. Oh, you want to get off the boat? Then what we going to do, huh? We're going to take our furs and sit out there amongst the Ree, like a bunch of Goddamn ducks. Only safe thing to do is track a new course back upon land. We'll add weeks to the trip. Better than floating back down there where they can get eyes on us. They got eyes on you right now, son. What I'm saying is we stay on the boat. Try the course toward the fort. We take our chances on the water. Glass knows this territory better than the rest of us put together. It's his job to get us home safe. Get us home safe? Yeah. Need I remind you we already lost 32 men? 33 now. They were my men, Fitzgerald, I know how many I lost. We do like Glass says, that's the end of it. We have to set the boat loose. If the Ree are tracking us, they'll find it downriver. The best course is hike inland to the Grand and follow it down to Fort Kiowa. What, on foot? It'll be winter before we get there. Unless we come across a post, trade for some horses. Ain't no posts that far over. Right, Captain. Losing this boat is a Goddamn mistake. Besides, the Ree ain't that stupid. If we keep it, we can lay it up around Arrow's Peak. Quit acting like you know what you're talking about, Fitzgerald. Ain't nobody talking to you. Who'd listen to you anyway? Can't even find your way out of your fucking britches to take a shit. All I'm saying is Camp Rhulen is just up the way and we can hole up there. We'll walk. Yeah, I'm sure we will. Goddamn, wish my daddy was a doctor. Then he could have bought me a captain's job. So, what do we do now? Pray these pelts ain't rotten if we ever get back here to pick them up. Make sure to mark this place. We're leaving a fortune under these rocks. No more room here, you gotta move up the hill. Glass. Chart a course. Tightest you can figure to get us around the Ree. Yes, sir. This ain't right, this ain't right. We all know these furs ain't going to be here by the time we come back. There's no way we can haul them all the way back to the fort. Not the way we're going. Besides Arikara is spread all through their territory, we're gonna want our hands free. I'm trying to tell you we're going to lose these pelts. Would you rather hold on to the pelts or your life? Life? What life you talking about? I ain't got no life. I just got living. The only way I get to do that is through this pelts. Fuck! Calm down, Fitz. Ain't no way I'm going home after six months working my ass off like a mule, risking my neck, men dying, and for what? Damn nearly lost everything. Job's been fucked from the start. There's the one been fucking us. Any of you boys wonder how the Ree managed to get their drop on us when Mr Glass here was supposed to be looking out for that fucking thing? All them Pawnee buddies of his. Pawnee's as much against the Ree as the rest of us. Yeah? What about his little half-breed son? And what kind of savage you think his momma was? Lay off the boy, Fitz. All I'm saying here. Savage is savage. Hey, Glass. Is it true what they say about you shooting a lieutenant while you was living with them savages? Fitzgerald! 21 dead soldiers, more than 40 dead feathernecks but you and your boy are the only ones to get walk out alive. It was kind of a miracle, don't you think? You need to shut up, Fitzgerald. Is that what you did? Shot one of your own to save this little dog right here? You want to fight, son? Was he playing with this little boy's momma? Fitzgerald! Did he kill her? Hey, you can quit polishing that rifle while I'm talking to you. I'm working on it. You can work on it later when I'm done talking to you. Look at me, scalp. That's enough! You're forgetting your place, boy. As far as I can tell, my place is right here, on the smart end of this rifle. You move along, Fitzgerald. That's an order. Listen to me. We only have a couple hours of light left. We've got to stash these pelts and get rid of the boat. Let's go. Yes, Captain. * Beckett! Weston! Why are they not jumping? It looks like they changed their minds. Smart sumbitches. Smart. I ought to be on that boat. They did the right thing. THUNDER RUMBLING Was it the right decision, leaving the boat? The Ree own that river. Would have flanked us. If we stay east of the Grand through those mountains, we cut a week off our trip. Land is bone dry up there, nothing for the Ree to hunt. Except us? Except us. Is it true what Fitzgerald said? Is that why you came out here to the edge of the world? Glass? I didn't like the quiet. Your boy, he's seen a lot. He got a mother you need to get him back to? ANIMAL SNORTING COCKS GUN BELLOWING SNORTING GLASS YELLS SCREAMING BEAR ROARING GLASS BREATHING HEAVILY BEAR ROARS HE GRUNTS BEAR BELLOWS GROANING BELLOWING BECOMES DISTANT FLIES BUZZING SCREAMING SNIFFING BEAR ROARS STABBING SOUNDS CUB CRIES OUT Glass! Hey, there are cubs here. Glass! We got cubs here. Christ almighty. Hey, you. Hey! He's down here. Keep your eyes open, there's bears around. Come on, I need your help now! He ain't gonna move. Glass. Oh, my God! Oh, Christ! Give me rags now! Give me rags before he bleeds out. Prepare the kit. Bridger, you hold that. Easy. Oh, God! Got to give him credit for taking that grizz down with him. He shouldn't have fired the shot, the whole place is crawling with fucking tree niggers. Hey that's enough, that's enough! We're still in Ree territory here. He's one of our own men, goddammit. The boy leave him. Scout a circle around us. North and west, take those two with you. Bill, Fryman you take south and east. Watch for anyone that might have heard that shot. Yes, sir. We have to stitch him up. What about me? It's all right. You have to... You stay here. Hold it down. I'm sorry, Mr Glass. I am so sorry. Bridger, hold him. Press down here. He's bleeding down here too. SCREAMING They're torturing the bastard. The proper thing to do would be to finish him off quick. Unless he has a chance of pulling through. Pulling through? You saw what that grizz did to him. He'll be dead inside an hour. Yeah, we all will be if he don't quit wailing like that. Towards you and twist it into place. I'll hold him. Go. Hold him, you go. Go! Now! He passed out. I'm going to take advantage and stitch up his neck. Let me see. Water. Bridger, go tell the others we'll camp here tonight. CHATTER AND LAUGHTER SPEAKING PAWNEE I want everybody up at the crack of dawn. Yes, sir. Understood, Cap. Carrying Glass would be hard. We need to get ahead as far as possible. We'll divide into two groups. Fitzgerald, Jones, Fryman, you take the east side of the river. Anderson, you scout up front. That claw don't belong to you. Everybody else takes turn carrying Glass. Yes, Captain. It ain't for me. CHATTER CONTINUES WHEEZING * Let's go! Let's go! INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS MEN ARGUING Don't let him in the water. Fuck off. That's an order! WHISPERING Goddammit, don't let him down! Don't let him down! Watch out for that. It's slippery. Watch it. How are we going to make it up this? Slow down a bit. It's killing us, Captain! Lift him, Bridger. Keep it steady, will ya? Lift it up a little bit higher. And heave! GRUNTING I'm going to go up and pull. Heave! Oh, my foot! Enough of this shit. We'll never make it across like this, Captain. He's burning out, Captain. COUGHING Captain, you ain't doing us, nor him, no favours by letting him go on suffering like this. Captain! Captain, it's all the same up here. We have to go back. Find another way. Hold on. GLASS WHEEZING Glass. Hugh. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Lay that rag over his eyes, Mr Bridger. What? Sir, I can't. Lay the rag over his eyes. What, wait. Sorry, Hugh. Wait. Sir, I can't do that. How do we get back without him? He's the only one who knows the way. Lay the rag over his eyes. Wait. Sir, I can't. Wait, you can't... I won't leave him. Put a rag over his eyes. Lay it over his eyes! Step back. Take him away! Take the boy away! Stop, Mr Henry! Henry, please. Captain, Captain... Hey, Hawk! Calm down, kid. Calm down. Henry, please. There's a $70 bonus in the Rocky Mountain Fur Company to the two men who stays back with Glass to see this through. I'll stay. Me too. Money or not, I'll stay. I'll need a third. Sorry, Captain, I have a family. I'm not crazy. Captain, three men can't hold off a party of Ree. Much less boys. Besides, $70 ain't going buy nobody a new set of ears. 100 then. This man is the only reason we're still alive. Oh, Captain, we were 45 men when it started, now we're ten, almost nine. He's my father, you can have my share. Mine too. Have my share also. All right. All right. If Mr Bridger feels the same way, then I'll lag behind with them. You? Yeah. You already lost my share of the pelts so I don't got much choice but to try make it up some other means. Besides, sticking around for another day or two don't make no difference. $300, at least I get to go home with something. Glass is to be cared for until. Understood? Yeah. You have my word, I understand. You boys get him down off this slope and somewhere safe before dark. Fitzgerald! Captain. Glass is to be cared for as long as necessary. And a proper burial when it's time. He's earned it. I understand. You hurt yourself? I'll be fine. SPEAKING PAWNEE GUNSHOT REPETITIVE CLATTERING 300 bucks goes a long way toward retirement. Way down to Texas, find me a decent piece of land and start pissing in the wind. Getting the hell out of this godforsaken place. Did Ree done that to you? I'm just asking. Yeah, they done it. They took their sweet time with it too. At the start I didn't feel nothing, I just heard the sound of knife scraping against my skull, you know. They were all laughing and whooping and hollering and whatnot. Then the blood came. The cold started streaming down my face and my eyes, and breathing it in, choking on it. That's when I felt it. I felt all of it. I got my head turned inside out. Jesus. Yeah, them Indians down Texas way, they may rob you, but they ain't going to take your topknot. When was it? SCRAPING Goddamn it, will you just quit that noise now, will you? Just quit it. I'm falling further back from Henry and the boys on account of tending to you. We got to get up the damn mountain, but winter keeps chasing us down. If you're ready, take the sacrament. I can do that for you. What you holding to, Glass? You know... it would be better if you were to take that last breath of yours now, for all of us. You hung tough. That's something. I'm begging you, Glass. Them Ree, they're so close now I can smell them and I know you can smell them too. You got to think... You've got to think of your boy. All right? Cause you're going to kill him. You'll kill all of us. GARBLED SPEECH I can muzzle you if you like. Take away the suffering, really quick and easy. No one ever has to know that you give up. I'd do that. All you got to do is blink if you want me to do that. Save your boy and blink. You just have to blink. Yeah. There it is. You best hope that the good Lord will get his ass here quick, huh? Maybe he'll forgive your sins, you know, maybe he won't. Thus I do commend thee to the Lord. Through Jesus Christ, the Lord of all reality and mercy... GRUNTING The holy creator. Get away. Get away. You OK? Jim! Jim, help! Help. Calm down. All right, you don't understand. Don't shout, you'll get us all fucking killed. Keep away. I'll tell Jim and the captain what you did and they'll hang you. You have to understand this... They'll hang you! Jim, help! Jim, get over here. Keep quiet! GLASS GRUNTING What is wrong with you? Shit. MUFFLED SCREAMING Got one beaver, Hawk. His breathing changed? I ain't noticed. Damn, he's cold as ice. Here you go, Mr Glass. This will help. It will keep you warm. It's all right. Where's Hawk? He ain't with you? No. No. I understand, Mr Glass. All right. I think I'm going to get a fire going. Yeah, sounds like a good idea. Hawk! GLASS, STRAINING: You killed my son. Hawk! (PEOPLE CHATTER AND LAUGH) (DRUM ROLL) (DRUM ROLL INTENSIFIES) I won! It's not over. (SHRIEKS) Peel your way to a year of free fuel from Caltex and more! Peel, play and win at Macca's today! * Shh - Ree. There's about 20 of them down by the creek. They're headed this way. Now grab your shit and let's go. Shit. Wait. What do we do? Run, right now. What about Hawk? He ain't our problem no more. We can't just leave him here. Either he's gutted or scalped. And if he ain't, he can find us, can't he? Wait. What about Glass? He ain't our problem no more. He's like us, he's on his own. No, no, we made a promise to Captain. I'll give him a proper burial when the time is needed. Wait, he needs that rifle! He couldn't do nothing with it if you tarred it to his hands. Now come on, get your shit. Let's go. No, no, we can't do this. Well, we got no fucking choice. No, no. We can't. Look at him. All right, shit, then, buddy. What are you doing? You want to take him? GLASS MOANING No, no, wait... Easy. Slowly, Fitz. Easy with him. I can't... Just get your shit. Get your shit. Wait, hold... Hold on! SCREAMING Shut up. Hold up! Fitz! What are you doing? What does it look like I'm doing? A proper burial. Like you wanted. No, not like this. Why not? He's alive, Fitz. He's alive! So shoot him. GLASS SHOUTING I have to go. I have to. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. WHEEZING LOUDLY Captain, this way! There's a path down here. There's no way through down here. There ain't shit down there, we got to climb over. Glass said to stay east! Glass can go to hell! What does the map say? Keep climbing. We climb, Captain. We keep climbing. Until we reach Old Gabe. Climb. We got to wait for Murph? Yeah. You wait for him. Captain. Sir? Murphy says there's a way down there. Who we following? You follow who you want. I'm going up. Stubby, keep going up. Murph, come here! BREATHING HEAVILY GRUNTING STRAINING GASPING GRUNTING BREATHES SHAKILY GASPS BREATHES HEAVILY BREATHING CONTINUES Fire's done. I can't even feel my feet. Besides, didn't we put enough distance between us and them Ree anyhow? Well... a dozen Ree could still made twice as good time as we can. 20. What? I thought you said that you saw 20 Ree before. Yeah, what you talking about? You woke me up? Mm-hmm. You said you saw 20 Ree down by the creek. Well, yeah, 20, a dozen, it don't matter. I wasn't going to exactly hang around the creek counting fucking feathers now, was I? Matter of fact... ...what was you doing down by the creek all by yourself? I'd already brought up plenty of water. Hey! Answer me, Fitzgerald. I asked you a question. Don't go questioning me now on account of the fact that we all feel guilty... Answer me or I'm going to blow your damn head off. You got a short memory, boy. Your ass would still be floating around in the Missouri right now if it wasn't for me. You want to ask questions? What you want to ask? If you want to know, ask it. You want to know why you left Mr Glass back there for dead, huh? Maybe... while you left your little boyfriend running around, you don't know if he's still alive yet. That what you want to know? I'll tell you why, it's cos you ain't a man yet. All right? Because you were scared shitless and you're scared now. Now put your rifle down. The Ree. What of them? Tell me right now and be honest. Did you see 'em? Put your rifle down. Did you see the Ree? No. Not a single one. You fucking lied to me? You lied to me? I had to scare some sense into you boy. Now Glass was dead, Hawk we don't know about. There's no point either of us dying here. Do you understand? The way I see it, I saved your life twice now, son. I ought to be God to you. And God giveth, God taketh away. COCKS GUN PULLS TRIGGER Shit. Lucky fucker. Next time, if you want to shoot somebody, you might want to use... you might want to use powder. Prime your rifle. Come on. Let's get up. Grab your shit. GASPING DISTANT HOWLING GROANING GASPS GRUNTING PANTING YELPING GRUNTING WITH EFFORT SNIFFS HORSE WHINNIES GRUNTING COUGHING STRAW HISSING BLOWS SOFTLY COUGHS FLAMES HISS SIZZLING HE YELLS BREATHES WEAKLY DISTANT SHOUTING Captain, we need to stop. MEN GRUNTING HEAVY RAIN PATTERS FIRE CRACKLES GRUNTS HORSE WHINNIES DISTANT SHOUTING MAN SPEAKS ABOVE SPEAKS IN OWN LANGUAGE WHOOPING GASPS, SPLUTTERS GASPS GRUNTS GASPING SPLUTTERING GASPING BREATHING HEAVILY GASPING PANTING GRUNTING HYPERVENTILATING GRUNTING, GASPING OINKING Who did this? I don't know. Could be Captain Leavenworth boys. Hmm, yeah. You put some eyes on the back of your head. These Indians ain't never as dead as y'all think they are. Look at them, huh? They always stealing our shit. OINKING RATTLING SOUND We got horses over here. All right, Bridger. We got horses. What do you want to do about these pigs? The Lord is on our side, kid. You all right there, kid? Your head in the right place? I guess. Can't help thinking about whether we did the right... No. Ain't our place to wonder. Good Lord's got us on a road, whether we choose it or not. My pa, he weren't a religious man, you know? If you couldn't grow it, or kill it or eat it, then he just plain old didn't believe in it and that was it. And this one time, he head on up the old Saba hills. San Saba hills? Joined up with a couple of Texan ranger buddies of his to hunt, you know. Pretty routine - they'd done it like 100 times before. Should have been a three-day kill but on the Saturday, well, it all went fucked. Somehow that night, he managed to lose his buddies, and to top it off, them Comanches went and took the horses, so... he was starving, delirious, and he crawls up into this Mott. Like the group of trees out there in the middle of nowhere, just sticking up in this ocean of scrub, and he found religion. At that moment, he told me... he found God. Uh-huh. It turns out, the god... ...he's a squirrel. Yeah. A big, old meaty one. 'I found God,' he used to say. 'And while sitting and basking in the glory and sublimity of mercy... '..I shot and ate that son of a bitch.' Mm. Yeah, you might want to close your eyes, kid. FIRE CRACKLING GRUNTING BREATHING HEAVILY GASPING GRUNTING PANTING FIRE CRACKLES PANTING BELLOWING GALLOPING GASPING WOLVES HOWLING WOLVES BARKING BISON BELLOWING SNORING LIGHTLY WOLVES HOWLING GROANING SOFTLY WOLVES GROWLING WOLVES BARKING WIND HOWLS GASPING MAN SPEAKS PAWNEE GLASS SPEAKING PAWNEE RETCHING GRUNTS, GASPS Grizzly... GROANING SPEAKING PAWNEE * HORSE NEIGHS Yeah! There she is. We did it. You ought to be proud of yourself, boy. Yeah. Well, we followed orders. We just skipped the funeral part. Don't go down there and start growing no kind of conscience, all right? Cos sure as night will come, they'll have us both swinging from a couple of ropes. Now, we did what we had to do. EXCITED CHATTER We had the extra day, so we managed to dig a little deeper, lay some rocks on top on him, so the scavengers couldn't get at him. It was done right and all. He was buried right. Sir... The truth is that, ah... When Hawk disappeared, I was worried about the savages. I was ready to get moving on out, you know, but... Bridger here, he argued to stay. He argued to stay so that he could at least build a cross or something to put on top of Glass's grave, and that's what he did. That's what we did. Glad to hear you pulled your weight, Mr Bridger. I knew you would. Yeah, well, more than pulled his weight, Captain. This man here, he was my partner. All right. Am I to assume that the agreed arrangement did not change? Fortunately for me, it did not, no. CEILING CREAKING, FOOTSTEPS CLUNK Thank you. For your courage, honour, and service. Yeah. Deal or no deal, Mr Bridger, you deserve something for what you did. Thank you. HORSE WHINNIES Kid's been beating himself up awful bad the whole trip. We all saw the shape Glass was in. There was no more to be done, right? Yeah. We all saw it. DOOR CLOSES MEN SPEAK INDISTINCTLY LAUGHS PANTS, LAUGHS WOMAN SPEAKING PAWNEE STRAW HISSES GLASS'S WIFE: BREATHING SHAKILY WIND FADING BREATHING CONTINUES CRICKETS CHIRPING BREATHES HEAVILY BELL RINGS ONCE GRUNTING PANTING WIND HOWLS BIRDS SQUEAL GRUNTING WIND HOWLS INDISTINCT CHATTER HORSE WHINNIES CHATTER AND LAUGHTER MAN YELLING IN PAWNEE SINGING LAUGHTER SPEAKS IN FRENCH LAUGHTER HORSE WHINNIES WOMAN SOBBING MAN SPEAKS ANGRILY WOMAN CRIES MAN MOANING WITH PLEASURE Shh! MAN STRUGGLES Don't make a sound. SPEAKING PAWNEE HORSE NEIGHS GUNSHOT MAN YELLS GUNSHOT UPBEAT FOLK MUSIC PLAYS May I join you? Yes. Yeah? Yes. I was wondering when we might be getting paid for that haul? Cause them pelts we collected, they're still out there, under a couple foot of dirt and some snow, but they're there, and that ain't my fault. I'm waiting for Captain Leavenworth to arrive with his army, then we'll have enough men to get back out there and shoot some civilisation into those fucking Arikara, get back our pelts. All right, all right. And now, when is that supposed to happen? I don't know but, until then, nobody gets paid. Listen here, all right? I was hired to trap them. I wasn't hired to guard them. The way I see it, you... you got a safe. Probably full of money. You signed a contract to protect your boss and your boss's property. And that safe isn't full anymore, it's short about $300. Short? Short? What the hell is that supposed to mean? It means, according to my cash records, you purchased more goods on the expedition than what you were owed by the company. Happy new year, Fitzgerald. GASPING DISTANT HOWLING HORSE WHINNIES HORSE WHINNIES BREATHES SHAKILY NEARBY BANG BANG GUNSHOT GRUNTING HORSE WHINNIES ARROWS CRUNCH SHOUTING GUNSHOT GLASS SCREAMS WARRIORS WHOOPING GLASS YELLS DISTANT WHOOPING BIRD CAWS GRUNTING GASPING KNIFE TEARING FLESH FLESH SQUELCHES, BONES CRUNCH GASPING BREATHES HEAVILY BIRDS CAW WATER PATTERS FLESH CRUNCHES GRUNTING FLESH SQUELCHES GROANING PANTING WIND WHISTLES FIRE CRACKLES SOFTLY DISTANT WOLF HOWLING ICE SCRATCHES MEN SHOUTING Fryman! White man at the gate! Fryman, the gate. Hey, lemme get a hand over here, OK? MAN SPEAKS FRENCH Speak English. I have no weapon, I have no weapons. Open her up. Dog! Get the captain. I have no weapon. Where are your men? Dead, all dead. Who was he? I don't know. Something to eat, please. Food comes at a price. I have no money. Then you don't eat, then. See how that works? Maybe you can give back some of them stolen pelts you buy from the Indians. Not now, Jones. Huh? Silver. This is silver. Oh, yeah? This all you got? We was nine, but my friend, he died in the snow and the other was killed by a wolf. I see it. By wolf, yeah. Kill. Wait, where did you get this? The canteen. He... he drop it in the snow. Who, who? I do not know, I don't see. I don't see. It could be Hawk. Yeah, it could be. That half-breed runt couldn't steal no horse. Maybe it was Weston. How far from here? How far from here? 13 miles... Northwest. Near the Yellowstone. Get the horses saddled. Torches and supplies, $10 a man. Anderson, you stay here. Yes, sir. Feed him and watch him. I'll get you a drink. Open the gate! Open the gate! * Get to the Yellowstone! Split into two groups! Yes, Captain! HORSE WHINNIES Hawk! Hawk, you out there? Captain! GUNSHOT Hawk! Came from over there! It's close. Keep your guard up. Eyes in front. Nice and easy. Slow. Slow. Who are you? Beckett? Is that you? Glass. Not Beckett. It's Glass. Glass? That's Glass! Glass. Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ, what happened? Where is he? WHEEZING Right, I got him. Jones, take him, go. Go, I'm riding ahead. Bill, take Bridger. Take Bridger. You got it. Get Glass. Open the gate! Have you seen Fitzgerald? No, sir. Get up. Get up! Have you seen Fitzgerald? No, sir. Fitzgerald. GUN COCKS Whoa, whoa, easy. Where did he go? Who? Fitzgerald. Where did he go? I have no idea. Tell me or I'll take your head off. Captain, I swear to God. Tell me! Tell me! Texas. Texas? Texas. He said he was going to Texas. I swear to God, he said he was going to re-enlist. And he start talking about property. 'A decent piece of land.' He's heading to Texas. I swear to God. Stay here. Fitzgerald! Fitzgerald! CLANKING THUDDING AND CLANKING OBJECT CLATTERS THUDDING CONTINUES Goddammit! Goddammit! Jones, get the captain! Fryman! Open the gate! Open her up. Murphy, get the captain. Get him to the doctor, now. You said he was dead! You said he was dead! I thought he was, Captain. I swear! You're a liar. He lied to me! Liar, you left him! You left him out there. I thought he was... Say the Lord's Prayer. What? Say the Lord's Prayer! Our Father... Who art in heaven... SOBBING I can't! Shut up. Shut up! From here out, you're a prisoner charged with treason. Take him to the cage! Take him to the cage or you'll hang alongside him! I thought he was going to die. Fitz lied to me! Doc. I couldn't help him. Please! Please, Captain... God. Glass! All right. Come on. One, two, three! Slide, slide, slide. BREATHES HEAVILY How is he? He'll be fine, but there is swelling. Needs to rest. I'll be back to check up on him. He ran off, didn't he? Bridger's telling the truth. How's that? Fitzgerald lied to him. He was just following orders. He wasn't there when Fitzgerald stabbed my boy to death. Is that what happened? He killed Hawk? I need a horse and a gun. No, you need to rest and something to eat. I'm going after him. No. You'll never find him without me. If we wait till morning, he'll have a day's head start. He'll get away. No, he won't. He's afraid. He knows how far I came for him. Same as that elk. When they get afraid, they run deep in to the woods. I got him trapped, he just... He doesn't know it yet. How can you be so sure? Cos he has everything to lose. All I had was that boy. And he took him from me. I can't let you go back out there. Not again. No. I ain't afraid to die anymore. I've done it already. I'm going with you. THUNDER CRACKS DOGS BARKING It's his horse, all right. Yeah. No way he could have ridden through the night. How far ahead? Half a day at the most. Could be Ree. If they aren't his, we lose him. Unless he re-enlisted so he could justify killing again. These tracks right here are his. Come on. I can't remember my wife's face. Last week she was still with me. Now she's gone. I worry I won't recognise her when I get back home. Is it true you killed an officer? I just killed a man who was trying to kill my son. Smoke. How close? No more than a mile up that way. I'm going to head up to the west, you go down to the east. See if we can find some tracks. What if it's the Ree? If it's the Ree, you turn right back around and meet me back here. GLASS'S WIFE SPEAKING PAWNEE Hey! I wouldn't expect to find a man of your stature so far away from his stove on a morning as cold as this, Captain. You lost? I'm here to take you back to Fort Kiowa, where you will be tried for murder. Is that so? I ain't crazy about your plan. Besides, I got one of my own. GUNSHOT SIGHS BREATHES HEAVILY SNOW RUMBLES WIND HOWLS GRUNTS GUNSHOT GUNSHOTS HORSES WHINNY FITZGERALD GRUNTS GLASS YELLS GRUNTING, PANTING * BIRDS CAW BREATHES SOFTLY FOOTSTEPS CRUNCH GLASS BREATHES HEAVILY DISTANT RUSTLING BRANCHES CREAK GUNSHOT GUNSHOT GRUNTING, YELPING GRUNTING GROANING PANTING We had a deal, Glass. I tried to tell your boy, all right? I tried to tell him what was happening, but he wouldn't listen and he kept on screaming. He was going to get everybody killed. You and me, we had a deal. Y'all know what happened out there. And on my soul, the Lord... Lord, he knows what happened out there. There was no deal. You killed my boy. Well, maybe you should have raised a man instead of some girlie little bitch. YELLS Argh! Goddammit! GRUNTS PANTS BOTH GRUNT GLASS CRIES OUT GLASS YELPS MUFFLED SCREAMING BOTH GRUNTING Argh! FITZGERALD SPITS BOTH GRUNTING, YELLING KNIFE SCRAPES GLASS YELLS FLESH SQUELCHES BOTH GRUNT, SCREAM FITZGERALD PANTS WHIMPERS GRUNTS GLASS SCREAMS FITZGERALD YELPS, GROANS GRUNTS, PANTS GLASS GROANS FITZGERALD SCREAMS GRUNTS BOTH GASP CROAKILY GRUNTS You came all this way just for your revenge, huh? Well you enjoy it, Glass. Cos there ain't nothing going to bring your boy back. DISTANT SHOUTING GASPS HORSE WHINNIES SPEAKS IN PAWNEE FITZGERALD GASPS, SPLUTTERS GLASS GRUNTS FITZGERALD SCREAMS SIGHS, PANTS KNIFE GRINDS, SCREAMING STOPS PANTING MEN SHOUTING IN PAWNEE GLASS PANTING HORSE WHINNIES PANTING HORSE STRIDING RETREATS GLASS'S WIFE WHISPERING GRUNTS WHISPERING CONTINUES BREATHES SOFTLY BREATHES SHAKILY BREATHING CONTINUES BREATHING FADES Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Able 2020