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[mellow music]
[bell tolling]
[foreboding music]
You know what you're gonna do?
You fuck this up, you're a dead man.
Let's go.
Fill this.
Make sure it's full.
He's all right.
He's your responsibility.
Yes, boss.
Let me see your gun.
You shot a man before, yeah?
Just don't hesitate.
Put that away.
[tense music]
[light background music]
Reggie raises you a dollar.
Well, I'll be damned, Deputy.
Reggie does have a spinal column.
What you gonna do, Sheriff?
I will see your dollar...
- [chip clacks] - [clears throat]
[slurps, gulps]
...and raise you 50 cents.
[chuckles] That's another one of your famous bluffs?
You tell me.
Well, hi there, stranger.
New in Red Ridge?
[stranger] No, I'm just passing through.
[owner] Mm-hmm.
Looks like you could use some water.
[stranger] No, thank you.
- No, thank you, I'm good. - Okay.
[cash register dings]
Well, shit.
- Let's see 'em. - [chips rattle]
[grunts]
[cards flip]
Pocket aces, son of a bitch!
Cards don't lie, Sheriff.
Uh, there was an 18 percent probability
he was holding those pocket A's.
You think he was cheating?
No.
- Not Reggie. - [chuckles]
Not Reggie, right.
[groans] Head's killing me.
Let's go to Grady's.
Have a good day now, Mrs. Lymon.
Give my regards to the girls, mm-hmm?
Of course, Mr. Grady.
- You have a nice day now. - Mm.
[in trembling voice] Nobody move!
- Willis!-No.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Lymon.
Give me all your money, old man, fast!
What-- What are you doing?
[cash register dings]
[sheriff sighs] Feels like this town
is slipping ever deeper into a state of moral decay.
[deputy] Well...
everyone thought they'd be swimming in gold by now.
You know what they say about desperate times.
"If money go before, all ways do lie open."
Shakespeare, Hank.
Oh, damn it. Drop it, kid.
Mr. Grady here doesn't like it when the shop gets messy.
Then back off!
I'll put a goddamn bullet through her head!
It's over. Let her go.
You ain't got nowhere to run.
[tense music]
[breathes heavily]
[stutters] Just give me some space!
I need to think. Give me some space.
[tense music continues]
- [grunts] - [Mrs. Lymon whimpers]
- Come on. - [grunting]
[both grunting]
Enough.
That's enough.
[pants]
- [grunts]-[groans]
[groaning]
[sheriff] Stop!
Stop!
Willis, stop!
What are you doing?
Willis, stop.
[Willis breathes shakily]
Don't do it, son.
[grunts]
[music intensifies]
[gunshot]
[body thuds]
No!
[dramatic music]
[breathing heavily]
[somber music]
[Hank] Everything's gonna be okay.
Did you get him?
He was just a kid.
[Hank] Where'd you learn to fight like that?
Guns can only do so much, Hank. [sighs]
[Grady] Them bastards won't quit.
Third holdup this month.
Bigger posse means bigger plans.
I'm afraid this is just the beginning.
You all right, Mrs. Lymon?
What happened to our town, Sheriff?
Ain't no place to raise a family no more.
I can assure you, ma'am,
we're working on it, okay?
Give my regards to Mr. Lymon and the girls.
I will.
Thank you, Sheriff.
Mrs. Lymon.
Stranger.
[tense music]
Well, what do you know?
Looks like our posse wasn't just looking for money, Hank.
Money and medicine. What the hell are they up to?
Well, maybe our new friend here can enlighten us.
[cash register dings]
[outlaw 1] Lance said that kid would be good.
[outlaw 2] Well, he thought he could handle it.
[outlaw 1] I guess that's what I get
for letting Lance think.
I'm tired of running.
Quit your whining!
I don't wanna hear any more bullshit
out of any of you.
From now on, we do things my way and only my way.
Please, you don't understand.
I needed that medicine for my daughter.
Save it for Judge Simmons.
She's sick.
And that's an excuse to hang around
with a bunch of outlaws?
I'm not an outlaw.
Then why'd you try to sneak off?
I was scared!
Where's Kent hanging out?
Who's Kent?
A man is dead now because of you,
you and your two-bit gang.
I'm not a part of a gang.
It was just a coincidence.
Huh. That's about as likely as winning
a game of Hold 'Em with pocket aces.
You're wrong.
You know what I like most about the law?
It makes things simple. Good is good, bad is bad.
We need to be more careful next time.
I'll telegraph Fredericksburg.
See if they can send us some men.
I don't want this to get too bloody, Hank.
Only as bloody as we make it.
I'm gonna go help Grady clean up.
Let me know what Fredericksburg says.
[sobs]
Sheriff, those little devils won't quit.
Again, Doctor?
I swear, if one more of those children
come near my garden,
I'll have to take matters into my own hand.
Okay, Dr. Johnson,
I'll-- I'll make sure those boys
stay far away from your petunias.
But my garden provides color to this town.
[sheriff] I'll be sure to tell their mothers.
[insects chirping]
[owl hoots]
[door creaking]
[exhales sharply]
[sniffles]
[sighs]
[sniffles]
[matchbox rustling]
- [sniffles] - [match scraping]
[grunts softly]
[groans]
[eerie whoosh]
- [ominous music] - [blows air]
Already?
[groans]
[matchbox rustling]
[match scrapes]
[eerie whoosh]
Goddamnit.
[sharp sigh]
[foreboding music]
[sheriff exclaims]
Huh?
[groans]
[sighs] Oh, my God.
[grunts]
[breathes heavily]
[exhales deeply, mutters]
[grunts]
[distant howling]
[birds chirping]
[groans]
Oh, God.
[grunts, sucks teeth]
[groans]
[upbeat country music]
[man 1] Mr. Huckabee wanted us there by sundown.
[man 2] These trips are a lot better if you stay hopeful.
[man 1] There's no place for hope
in railroad finance, Mr. Buford.
- [woman] Help! - Whoa, whoa!
[woman] Oh, stop.
Please stop.
- Help... - Here, hold these.
[woman] Help me.
Oh, oh damn.
[woman] Oh.
Help.
Oh... Oh, help, I don't feel good.
Ma'am?
Are you okay?
- [thwacks]-[groans]
- [gun cocks] - Not so fast, mister.
[chuckles]
What you boys slingin' here?
[groans]
[Buford] Please, we don't want no trouble.
[outlaw] Too late, pal.
Morning, gents.
Gretchen.
All right, both of you, strip down to your long johns.
[Gretchen] That's right.
Take 'em off, fancy pants.
The contents of this coach...
are the sole property of the State of Nevada
and the Southern Pacific Railroad.
- And will not be transferred... - [Gretchen chuckles]
- ...bartered, or sold... - Must be freezing.
...without the explicit consent of the Nevada State Officer.
[gunshot]
[body thuds]
Looks like I get to be the whip.
We good?
We're great.
[dramatic music]
[outlaws laughing]
Damn.
Look like you slept in a whiskey bottle last night.
Coffee?
Fredericksburg said they can't afford
to lose anyone this week.
What, why?
Some fair.
Figure they need the extra hands.
[sheriff exhales deeply]
Lubbock?
I can try them.
What about Waco?
Try them too.
How long do I have to stay here?
You're gonna stay here until I say so, all right?
Now I don't know where you're from,
but around here, we got something called "due process."
Ever heard of it?
Started in the Magna Carta,
later added to the Fifth Amendment of the Constitution.
Due process means you gotta stay here
and see Judge Simmons for sentencing.
So best thing for you to do is sit there and keep quiet.
Please.
Do you have any more books?
You know how to read?
Yes, sir.
This is the only one I got right now.
It's pretty advanced.
You ever heard of kinetic theory?
No.
[sheriff] Give it a look.
[panting] They took it.
- Help me, Sheriff, please! - Easy, easy, what is it?
They killed Mr. Maynard! About a mile east.
Okay, okay, easy, fella! I'll go scope it out.
Hey, get this man some dungarees.
I'll-- I'll be back.
[wind gusting]
[tense music]
[breathing shakily]
[sheriff breathes shakily]
[sighs]
[breathing heavily]
Come on, Arless.
[Hank] All right, photographer. Hey, you ready?
Good girl.
Hey, uh, I expect a free copy of this tomorrow, you hear me?
[Hank] Hey, Sheriff, Sheriff.
Hey, what... what happened?
There you are.
You missed everything.
I-I caught him trying to rob Mrs. Wheeler's pie shop.
Mr. Wheeler got our friend Mac here with a shotgun.
What?
[stutters] What time is it?
It's about 3:30.
You've been gone a while.
You all right?
Yeah. I'm... I'm fine.
Okay, well, why don't you, uh,
think about taking the rest of the day off?
I-I got this, okay?
- [Hank] Good girl, good girl. - [horse snorts]
[Hank grunts]
You ready?
Hey, photographer.
[light country music]
[knife scrapes]
[knife scraping]
[rock thuds]
Mac was my best friend.
[breathes deeply]
That sheriff wants to play rough.
So do I.
[sniffles]
Take this.
They'll never see it coming.
Yeah, boss.
[light country music]
[sighs]
[music fades]
[door creaking]
[light background music]
[woman] Don't let him cheat now, Dwight.
He thinks that star makes him king of the world.
Mary, you, uh, you ever hear of thermodynamics?
Hmm, drunk already, Arless?
No.
Listen, these, um, these scientists in Europe,
they, they, they have this new idea that, uh,
that everything's made up of these tiny little particles.
Sounds like a bunch of cow shit.
[Arless] Just-- Just listen, okay?
These scientists think that, uh,
that energy doesn't disappear.
It just changes.
Like-- Like how the energy in that deck of cards changes
every time Dwight shuffles it.
Ooh.
Sounds like your theory needs some work, Arless.
I'll drink to that.
[Arless groans]
[sighs] I've been feeling off lately, Mary.
I've been having these, uh...
these strange dreams.
Or maybe... not dreams.
Well, I poured your favorite already, Arless.
Toast to us.
[Mary chuckles softly]
[man] Hey!
[glass shatters]
Why don't we take a walk
while these boys blow off some steam?
[thwacking]
- [glass shatters] - Lead the way.
[Mary chuckles]
[Hank] Reggie, we talked about this.
[Arless sighs] Might be time to call it quits, Mary.
People in Red Ridge deserve better,
and town's falling apart.
Mm, that might be.
But the people need you, Arless.
It ain't time to hang up this big old hat just yet.
Yeah, well, being sheriff comes with a promise,
a promise to keep that town safe.
You can't protect everyone.
Doc Johnson's garden's coming along.
Cares more about them flowers than his own patients.
[chuckles] Right, yeah.
Hey, everyone needs a hobby.
Maybe I oughta start weaving baskets.
[both laughing]
Arless, that was funny.
- [chuckles] This is good scotch. - [giggles]
- [woman screams] - [gunshots in distance]
Hey, you stay here, Mary.
[tense music]
Hey, hey.
[Hank] It's Mrs. Lymon.
Hold still. [grunts]
Hey, hey, Mrs. Lymon.
[sobs]
You're okay, you're okay.
You just keep breathing.
[Mrs. Lymon sobbing]
[sobbing] I need more oats.
Mrs. Lymon...
Goddamnit.
Goddamnit!
[Arless] You.
Your mother would be so proud of you.
- I hope that makes you happy. - [spits]
- [grunts] - Come on.
[indistinct chatter]
- [Hank] Come on. - [Gretchen grunts]
All right, enough is enough!
You tell me what's going on with all this right now!
- [stutters] I don't-- - [Arless] Get up!
This shit's on me.
These people are my responsibility.
You tell me what you know,
or you're gonna be in here till August.
- I told you I'm not-- - Where they hitting next, huh?
- I don't know. I don't know! - Think! You do!
- I don't know! - Bullshit!
[Hank] We got a classy lady in here, huh?
Let go!
- [Hank] Get in there. - [Gretchen grunts]
- [gate clanking] - This is your grand scheme?
You and Kent?
Kent's more of a man than you'll ever be.
Maybe the Lymon girls will grow up
to be just like you, huh?
[Hank clears throat]
Waco said they'd send us some men,
but it'll be a few days.
"For better than never is late."
Chaucer, Hank.
[gate clanking]
[breathes heavily]
[lock clanking]
[unsettling music]
[Arless groans]
[Arless grunts, exhales deeply]
[foreboding music]
- [music stops] - [sighs]
[insects chirping]
What the hell's going on with you, Arless?
[groans]
- [groaning] - [high-pitched screeching]
[breathing heavily]
[grunts]
[breathing heavily]
♪ Well, the Glendy Burk is a mighty fast boat ♪
♪ With a mighty fast captain too ♪♪
♪ He sits up there on his hurricane roof ♪♪
♪ And he keeps his eye on the crew ♪♪
♪ For I can't stay here ♪♪
♪ The work's too hard ♪♪
♪ I'm bound to leave this town ♪♪
♪ So I'll pack my duds ♪♪
♪ And I tote 'em on my back ♪♪
♪ When the Glendy Burk comes down ♪♪
Could you please be quiet?
[sings louder] ♪ Well, the Glendy Burk ♪♪
♪ Is a mighty fast boat ♪♪
♪ With a mighty fast captain too ♪♪
Please!
Now, let's get something straight here, pussy man.
You keep quiet tomorrow
when that sheriff comes around...
maybe we'll both get out of here.
What do you say?
That's right.
You leave everything to me.
Shh.
♪ Well, the Glendy Burk is a mighty fast boat ♪
♪ With a mighty fast captain too ♪♪
♪ He sits up there on his hurricane roof ♪♪
♪ And he keeps his eye on the crew ♪♪
♪ I can't stay here, I've worked too hard ♪♪
♪ I'm bound to leave this town ♪♪
♪ So I'll pack my duds and I tote 'em on my back ♪♪
♪ Till the Glendy Burk comes down ♪♪
[calm music]
[birds chirping]
Sheriff, that posse rode their horses
right through my garden yesterday.
I'm on it, Doc.
But these terrors gotta stop.
Say, Doc.
Yeah?
What do you know about, uh, nightmares?
Nightmares?
Yeah, or, um, you know, hallucinations.
Bad ones.
Dreams are nothing more than a mind
being overstimulated during slumber.
Yeah, but is it-- is it possible to dream
while you're still awake?
Oh.
No, I don't believe so.
Okay, yeah.
Sorry, I just-- I've been having a hard time lately,
falling asleep.
Laying off the whiskey might be a good start.
[Arless scoffs]
Thanks, Doc.
[bell tolling]
[Arless] Mr. Lymon, I...
I wanted to find you and tell you I'm sorry.
I... I should have been there to save her and...
and I'm sorry.
When we moved here...
everybody said there'd be gold.
Prosperity.
Just seems like this town is rotten from the inside.
[Mr. Lymon sniffles]
I know there's good and evil in the world.
Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference in the two.
But this?
This is pure evil.
She deserves justice.
[gloomy music]
- [lock rattles] - [door creaks, opens]
[Arless] Morning.
I got questions that need answers.
Your team is dwindling.
Deputy Wilder and I are gonna take out
whoever's left in your posse.
So, if you start talking now...
maybe you won't hang as fast.
Hey, Sheriff?
I'm feeling kind of thirsty.
Maybe a cup of water and I'll start talking?
Beautiful morning, Deputy.
I couldn't agree with you more.
[Hank grunts]
[whistling]
[liquid sloshing]
[Arless] Coffee?
Might still even be warm.
Now you sure know how to treat a gal.
- Wait!-[thwacks]
[both grunt]
- [keys jangling] - [Arless groans]
[tense music]
[lock clanking]
[Gretchen] That's right.
Right there.
This one's for Mac.
[groans]
Thought we were friends, pussy man.
[tense music continues]
[gunshots]
[running footsteps]
- [screaming in distance] - [gunshot in distance]
Gotta run, Gus.
[coins rattling]
[clamoring in distance]
[gunshot in distance]
- [grunts] - [goat bleating]
- What the hell's going on? - Jesus!
You scared the shit out of me.
I was at Gus's.
- What are you doing? - She escaped.
Check Grady's.
[Hank groans]
[tense music]
[breathing heavily]
- [eerie sting] - [exclaims]
[Arless breathing shakily]
[Hank] Hey, there she goes, Sheriff.
Come on, she's getting away, let's go!
The hell are you doing? Come on!
[breathing shakily]
[breathes shakily, sniffles]
[gulps]
[footsteps approaching]
The fuck was that, Arless?!
What's going on with you?
Huh?
I'm fine.
Bullshit!
I'm your deputy.
Something's going on.
You need to talk to me.
I've been...
I've been seeing things, Hank.
Seeing things?
Not just seeing.
Hearing things, feeling things.
Mrs. Lymon, the boy, all--
Sheriff...
I think you need to take a break.
These things you're seeing, they're... in your head.
No, they're not... in my head.
I wake up and they're real.
I can feel their breath on me.
I can...
- touch-- - Listen to me.
Why don't we just... blow off some steam?
Come on.
[insects chirping]
[Hank] Another round, Mary.
Sheriff Dunlap here needs to drink his demons away.
[Mary] We ain't got enough booze for that.
They're not demons.
Arless, I wouldn't worry about it too much.
I think you just need to...
catch up on sleep for a couple days.
[Mary] Give me that beer, Arless.
Come on, give it to me.
[Arless] Oh, there she is.
[Mary] Come on, Arless. Come dance with me.
Oh, I'm not dancing.
[Hank] Come on, dance with the lady.
It's your duty.
It's your duty, Arless.
Come on.
[door opens]
[Arless groans]
[Arless] I realize I never said thank you earlier.
Weren't for you, I'd probably be a dead man.
Wasn't right for me to lump you in
with Kent's posse.
Wrong place, wrong time, you know?
[groans]
Here.
How far along are you?
Probably... I'd say about halfway now.
- It's interesting, right? - [soft chuckle]
Yeah.
Hey, you wanna swig?
Yeah.
Help you sleep.
[gulps, chokes]
- [coughing]-Whoa.
- [coughing continues] - Easy, fella.
- [chuckles] - [stranger groans, sniffles]
[stranger] Uh, Sheriff...
- Yeah? - How long, uh...
How much longer do I have to be here? [sniffles]
Well...
Penalty for stealing...
a 50-dollar fine, a week in jail.
Figure you don't have the 50 dollars.
So...
Judge Simmons being sick,
might be a little longer for sentencing.
Hey, it's okay, you're doing good.
It's just the law, all right?
Look, you want me to send a telegraph or something?
You let me know and I'll do it.
They don't need a telegraph. They need medicine.
Okay, well, I mean, I owe you,
so why don't you give me your address?
We got a small...
amount of money in the town coffers.
I'll... figure out a way to send some medicine to your wife.
Thank you.
All right.
But we're even now, all right?
[stranger] Yeah.
Hell, I'll even throw in a can of oats.
- [laughs] - We made such a mess
with that last batch at Grady's.
I don't know what scared him more,
the holdup or the cleanup.
[laughs, sniffles]
[Arless] Here.
Thank you.
Thanks.
She say anything to you, Gretchen,
when she was in here last night?
No, she, uh... [scoffs]
...she just kept singing.
[chuckles] Yeah.
Kent's always had an affinity for the wackos.
You know him?
Since I was a boy.
He's just scared, like everyone else in this town.
When people first started coming to Red Ridge,
they thought they'd find gold.
Now it's just a town of lost dreams.
[Lance singing] ♪ Yea, when this flesh ♪
- ♪ And heart shall fail ♪ - That's my girl.
♪ And mortal life ♪♪
♪ Shall cease ♪♪
♪ I shall possess ♪♪
♪ Within the veil ♪♪
♪ A life of... ♪♪
♪ Joy ♪
[sobs] ♪ And peace ♪♪
Stars are out full tonight.
You know why we wear stars over our hearts?
- Lawmen, I mean? - No.
Ancient civilizations.
They believed the stars in the sky protected them.
Well, how'd you get yours?
Oh, this one... belonged to the old sheriff.
Sheriff Bennings.
When my family first came here, we didn't have much.
So when I wasn't in school, I was sweeping the cells,
sending telegraphs, whatever old man Bennings needed.
He got sick and...
so it was time for me to take over.
He used to say, "Arless, sheriff is the only thing
between good and bad." So...
figure that's what I'm supposed to be doing...
protecting people from bad things.
Isn't killing people a bad thing?
I never killed no one I didn't need to.
[Arless groans]
Goodnight, stranger. [groans]
Say, what's your real name anyway?
It's Paul.
[groans]
Oh, shit.
Night, Paul.
[Arless groans]
Good night, Sheriff.
[door opens]
- [groans] - [Hank] The hell you doing?
- [groans] - Did you sleep here last night?
Let's go to Mrs. Wheeler's for pie.
You look like you can use some food in you.
Yeah.
[Arless groans]
Grady's closing down his shop?
Don't blame yourself, Arless.
You're a good man.
Some things good can't fix.
All due respect, Sheriff...
again, I think you need to take a break.
How many men are we getting from Waco?
Sheriff Thomas said he could spare 13.
But, um, I'd really like to--
It's not a lot.
Have you talked to Doc Johnson about these, uh...
visions you've been having?
[foreboding music]
[footsteps approaching]
[Gretchen] Oh.
Good morning, girly.
Did you sleep well? [chuckles]
[Gretchen scoffs]
There it is.
Watch and learn.
All right, let's get back.
I don't know about you, I'd like another slice, please.
Just coffee for me.
Thank you.
[utensils clanking]
Thank you.
[bell jingling]
Gretchen.
[grunts, spits] Ugh!
Knock it off.
Hurry up!
Would you shut up, woman?
[foreboding music]
Morning.
Now, get!
[suspenseful music]
[Kent chuckles]
- Oh, hot damn. - Lance.
[Lance laughing excitedly]
When those Waco boys get here, we need to set up a perimeter.
- [Hank] Mm-hmm. - Post two up on the hill,
a couple behind the church.
[panting] Sheriff!
The jail!
[slurring] Put it on my tab, Mrs. Wheeler.
[suspenseful music continues]
How many?
[man] Three from what I saw.
- [Hank] Through the back. - [Arless] Yeah. Get out of here.
- Go, go! - Whoa!
[gunshots]
[tense music]
[gunshot]
[gunshots]
Shit!
Come on, go!
[music fades]
[dramatic music]
[Arless] Oh, God, Eugene.
No, no, no.
No... No, no.
[Eugene] Sheriff.
They went that way.
Okay.
[Hank] Dr. Johnson!
Eugene, stay with us.
Sheriff, you gotta get 'em.
[breathing heavily, weakly]
Eugene, no...
No. [sobs]
[Arless breathing shakily]
[sobs, sniffles]
[breathing shakily]
[indistinct murmuring]
[indistinct murmuring continues]
Family, given the circumstances,
asked that I give the eulogy tomorrow morning.
Yes, of course.
Accidents are...
bound to happen in a place like this.
Napoleon said accidents...
are "fate misnamed."
Sheriff, Red Ridge is too dangerous.
We're going home.
Come on, girls, let's go home.
[pensive music]
[insects chirping]
[door opens]
[pensive music continues]
[exhales heavily]
[matchbox rustling]
[exhales sharply]
[match scraping]
[knocking on door]
[tense music]
Yeah?
Who's there?
[knocking continues]
[Arless breathing nervously]
Go away!
Go away, goddamnit.
[knocking continues]
[breathes heavily]
What do you want?
[knocking continues]
[sniffles, groans]
[music intensifies]
Get 'em, Sheriff.
[inaudible scream]
[music fades]
[knocking on door]
Go away.
Morning, Arless.
Just making sure you ain't gone crazy.
Looks like I'm too late.
Oh.
Hi, Mary.
Eugene?
I have to resign.
This town is not good enough for you.
They're a bunch of crazies.
No, they're not.
They just thought there'd be more.
I have served them all,
and believe me, they're a bunch of loons.
[groans]
I'm not fit to lead anymore.
Sheriff Bennings knew when it was time to quit.
I promised when the time came, I'd do the same.
I don't know what's going up in that head of yours,
but you have to know you're a good man, Arless.
What makes a man good?
I don't know.
Sometimes, you just go with your gut.
That's enough for me.
[somber music]
[Arless] Morning, Paul.
Morning, Sheriff.
Where's the deputy?
He's giving a eulogy at the chapel.
What happened?
Where are you from, Paul?
Out in Chandler.
You... walked a good 13 miles in the desert?
No, I ran for most of it.
Yeah, I've never been out that way.
Not much to see.
A couple of cows.
Small tumbleweeds.
You know, I finished the book.
What'd you think?
I don't know. It's interesting.
So he's saying things don't disappear?
He's saying things change chemically.
It's called "thermodynamics."
I get that.
I just have a hard time believing
in anything I can't see.
- What was that? - [faint whispering]
- What was what? - What the hell was that?
[Arless] Shh, shh, quiet.
[faint whispering]
No.
You don't hear that?
Hey, who's saying that?
Who's talking?
- Paul. [breathing shakily] - [tense music]
Stop talking!
What's going on?
- Who's there? - [music intensifies]
- [exclaims] - [high-pitched ringing]
[eerie tense music]
What did I do?
Why are you doing this?
[whimpering, screaming]
What did I do?! Why are you doing this?!
[thud]
[tense music]
[bell tolling]
[grunting]
What was that?
That was Doc Johnson.
No, that was a ghost.
It doesn't make sense though.
No shit.
All the others have been dead.
- Other? Wh-- - What?
[breathing heavily] Yeah.
I just saw Doc... 30 minutes ago, alive.
Do they hurt you?
No, not yet.
Listen, things are going off the rails.
You're a good man, Paul. Here.
Go home.
[unsettling music]
[faint whispering]
[whispering continues]
[inaudible]
[music fades]
[birds chirping]
[metal rattling]
Arless.
Hank?
Thought I might've hit you too hard.
[groans] What the hell is going on?
It's time to change things up.
Hey, untie me.
Sorry.
I got business to tend to.
You're supposed to be giving the eulogy.
Yeah, Eugene's funeral ain't till Monday morning.
Of course, there won't be a chapel by then,
so family might need to find a new venue.
What the hell are you talking about?
In less than an hour,
Red Ridge ain't gonna be nothing more
than a pile of dirt.
- What? - You've seen it.
Town's been going downhill for quite some time.
When they build that Southern Pacific Railroad,
it'll be the last nail in the coffin.
It's time to get rich and get out.
You've been working with them.
I needed someone to help me drain the town
before I blow it all sky-high.
These folks are Red Ridge's finest.
You're gonna blow up the town.
That's right.
And I ain't gonna waste a single bullet on you.
You got a great view.
I want the last thing you see to be Red Ridge up in flames
before the vultures come pick your eyeballs out your head.
"Hell is empty. And all the devils are--"
Enough with the stupid fucking quotes!
[Arless] Hank.
Why the hell are you doing this?
I should have done this a long time ago.
Enjoy the show.
Come on!
[tense music]
[Lance] Bye.
[breathing angrily, grunts]
[grunts, breathes heavily]
[light dramatic music]
Hey, everyone out!
Now!
You're damn lucky Mr. Wheeler isn't here.
Get out.
[Arless screaming]
[grunts]
[grunting]
[grunting continues]
[panting]
[Gus] Ain't gonna take too much off here.
[scissors snipping]
[Gretchen] Not so fast, pretty boy.
Where do you think you're going?
Time to go, Gus.
Get out of here now, old man.
No, you get out!
[sighs]
Gus...
[tense music]
- [body thuds] - [tools clinking]
[dramatic music]
[indistinct chatter]
Sheriff Dunlap is unfortunately no longer with us.
But what's going on?
What happened to the sheriff?
We've all seen it.
The man's going mad,
seeing vision, seeing demons.
And then he goes and he shoots and kills our beloved Eugene.
But why are you working with these here crooks?
Now, Mr. Grady, let me set things straight.
These fine folks are here to help us...
with a very delicate operation.
- [woman] Oh. - Glycerin?
Everybody relax.
Our friends here are gonna be stuffing this glycerin
into every nook and cranny in this sad, sad town.
We all know this is highly explosive liquid.
So we wanna make sure you good people
ain't anywhere near the blast zone
when these things detonate.
You're gonna blow up our whole town?
You gotta tear it down to rebuild.
Are you insane?
I'd like everyone to get in the chapel.
Come on, let's go.
I ain't going nowhere.
[scoffs]
[foreboding music]
[townsfolk exclaim, murmur]
Anybody else got something to say?
Good.
Now get in the goddamn chapel!
[Kent] You heard the man, move! Go!
Get them in.
- Come on, faster. - Let's go.
- Get outta here, you no good-- - Mary, it's me.
Arless.
Wilder's gonna blow the whole town to smithereens.
- We gotta stop him. - How are we gonna do that?
I don't know, we gotta try!
Let's just get outta here and leave Red Ridge!
I-I can't.
Why the hell not?
I'm not leaving everyone behind.
Mary... Mary, please.
Fine.
What's your plan?
- Sheriff. - [Arless] Paul!
No, you gotta get out of here now!
Hey, give me the gun. Do you have a gun?
Give me this. Hey, you gotta run.
Take this and run.
Go back home to your family, now!
Go, be careful!
I got an idea.
Okay, Arless.
What are we gonna do?
We've got two left.
Great.
Wire 'em up to the chapel.
There a problem?
Need I remind you who's in charge?
You said we were both gonna run this town.
Listen to me, you slimy little low life.
Shut the hell up
and start threading the fuse wire.
[Arless] That's enough, Deputy.
Oh, what the hell?
[Arless] You're under arrest, Hank.
[tense music]
You're a little outnumbered, Arless.
Last chance. Let everyone go.
Or what?
I reckon I'll have to telegraph the governor's office.
I'd like to see you try.
Mary's already on it.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Give me these, give me these.
Come on, get him, come on!
[angry grunt]
[tense music]
[Mary] Hey, girly.
[yelps, groans]
- Come here. - [both grunting]
- Time to die. - [grunting continues]
Sorry, Hank.
[gunshots]
[both grunting]
[panting]
It is some good scotch.
Shit.
[gunshot]
Stop!
Get in there.
[grunts]
What are you doing this for, Kent?
You were my first friend in this town, goddamnit.
I looked up to you!
This is your town too.
[whispers] My town?
[raises voice] My town?
This town's done nothing but take from me.
Do you think anyone's ever happy
to see Kent when he comes to town? No.
Women grab their kids and they run the other way,
like I got the goddamn plague!
But not you.
You get to be Sheriff Arless Dunlap,
and the ladies all smile,
and everyone says, "Good morning, Sheriff."
What do I get to be, huh?!
Nothing!
But you know, this taught me something.
This world is dog-eat-dog.
It's kill or be killed.
This town hasn't treated you any better than it has me.
Look at you.
You're a goddamn drunk!
So why?
Why try, Arless?
Why try and save these sons of bitches
who don't give a shit about you?
They're gonna chew you up and spit you out,
just like they did to me!
I say let 'em rot.
[high-pitched ringing]
[Kent] What is this?
- What is this? What's happening? - [tense music]
[Kent screams, whimpers]
Somebody help me!
- [squelches] - [Kent choking]
[body thuds]
[dramatic music]
Arless.
Stealing from your hometown, huh, Hank?
Hope it's worth it.
Hell of a lot more than you ever paid me.
Kent's dead, it's over.
I beg to differ.
I'm just getting started. Lance?
Lance!
[Lance] Go!
[Mary grunts]
[Lance] Got it.
There it is.
Town's dry.
Very good, Lance.
Great job.
I never was good with numbers like you, Arless.
But I figure splitting things one way
is better than splitting 'em two.
- You're a disgrace! - Oh, I'm a disgrace?
I'm a disgrace?
Ghosts! He's been seeing ghosts!
You ain't been playing with a full deck of cards
for quite some time.
Now your time's up.
[tense music]
[gun clicks]
[laughing]
You got it all figured out, don't you, Wilder?
I just wish, uh...
people of Red Ridge could see this.
Their own pathetic sheriff gunned down like a pathetic dog
in the middle of these pathetic streets.
You still think, uh, guns can only do so much, huh?
[music intensifies]
Thermodynamics.
[gunshot]
- [glass shatters] - [explosion]
[calm music]
[Mary gasps, breathes heavily]
The chapel.
[light music]
Thank you, Sheriff.
Mr. Grady.
[sighs] Well, you think you got it from here?
Yeah, I think so.
I gotta go sweep a dead woman off my floor.
Thanks, Mary, for everything.
Yeah, no problem.
[triumphant music]
[music fades]
[upbeat country music]
[music fades]