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♪ One, two, three, four
♪ Well, that's all right, Mama
♪ That's all right for you
♪ That's all right, Mama
♪ Just anyway you do
♪ That's all right ♪ That's all right
♪ That's all right now, Mama
♪ Anyway you do
Come on
Dammit.
Come on, you gotta be kidding me.
I'm surprised it lasted that long.
You know, you'd think that a bunch of Mormons
who got together in their little covered wagons
and made it all the way out west
to build their city on top of a patch of salt,
that maybe, just maybe, they'd build a radio tower.
But no, not the Mormons.
Well,
we're in Miller County.
What's that mean?
It means there's not so much as a gas station
between here and Nevada.
You should have brought a book.
Think they'd spring for us
to be put up in Salt Lake City for one night, huh?
One night.
Salt Lake City?
- Yeah. - What would you have done
in Salt Lake City?
Tipped cows?
You kidding me?
All those Mormon girls with no booze,
no dancing, no culture,
just fighting over some frozen
- peckerwood preacher. - Hey,
look sharp.
Is that our man?
Looks nothing like him.
Howdy.
Dang thing blew a gasket.
I don't think I can fix it.
I don't think you can.
Ain't no water out here,
and Sulphurdale's ten mile that way.
I'd be obliged if you help me out.
Help with what?
You got a spare gasket back there?
Well, I reckon, I don't know for sure it's the gasket.
I've been working on it all day.
It's all busted up.
This old jalopy's got a ton of miles on her.
I'm lucky you came along while you did.
Ain't nothing out here
but critters and Mormons farming oats.
Ambush!
Don't move.
Drop your guns or I shoot.
Both of you.
You move, I shoot him.
Okay.
Don't shoot.
I got 'em.
Crash, I got 'em.
Yeah.
He got 'em.
Pilgrims!
I am Crash Mooncalf with the Crash Mooncalf Gang.
And I run this here part of this here state.
And you passing through my part of this here state,
means you owe me debt.
Jimmy!
Collect my debt, huh?
Mr. Mooncalf says you owe debt, city boy.
I have no money.
He says he ain't got no money.
Bullshit!
That's a brand new car.
Those are brand new fancy-pants suits, huh?
Fancy-pants suits.
If you don't put your limp-wristed
hands high in the air
and step out with your billfolds spilling cash money,
I'm gonna air you fuckers out.
Hey, we don't want any trouble.
We'll give you our money, okay?
Tommy.
My billfold's in my pocket.
I'm gonna grab it slow.
Don't shoot.
All right?
Here we go.
I got 600
right here.
Okay?
I got 600 right here.
My partner's got a thousand.
Take the money, you let us go.
No!
Get 'em.
Hey!
Hold your fire!
You down there!
It's just the two of you.
Now, drop your guns.
Can't do that, Mr. Mooncalf!
My name is Frank Fenton.
My partner and I are U.S. Marshals.
I have a warrant for your arrest
signed by a federal magistrate judge
in Ormsby County, Nevada.
That means drop your guns, dumbass!
Nothing doing, Marshal.
I got a bead on your man in the car.
You drop your guns.
He ain't got a bead on shit, Frank.
There's no need to spill any more blood today,
Mr. Mooncalf.
Let's negotiate.
Negotiate?
I can talk him down.
Mr. Mooncalf, use your head.
You got two marshals right here
and a hundred on your tail if we go down.
There's only one way this ends.
I'm a crack shot.
We're both crack shots.
You best back off.
You best back off!
We can take them, Frank.
There's only one way, Mr. Mooncalf.
You know that.
Come on!
Damn you, Marshal!
Damn it, Tommy!
Cover me!
Hot damn, Frank.
I got that sucker dead to rights.
You see that?
What in the hell was that?
What?
Don't put your hands on me.
Our job is serving warrants
and bringing in fugitives alive.
You know that!
For God's sake, we had him.
He would have surrendered.
He wasn't gonna surrender.
I did the job so you didn't have to.
You're welcome.
Don't you walk away from me.
Don't you touch me!
You negotiate first.
Then shoot.
You do not go in guns blazing every time!
That gang killed families, Frank.
We stopped the bad guys.
That's the job.
Tommy,
this isn't a cowboy movie.
Yeah, well, sometimes a cowboy's what you need.
I'm gonna call it in.
Fillin' her up?
Just topping off.
You here for the sheriff?
Only reason anybody in a suit's gonna be in Gilead
is to drive down to the county seat in Fort Tipton
and see the sheriff.
Is that so?
Well, ever since the murders.
The sheriff ain't in his office.
Where is he?
He's up off the State Line Road
at the McCluskey homestead.
What's left of it.
Well, I guess that's where we're headed.
Yep, well,
they was murdered.
The McCluskeys.
All of 'em.
You need anything for the road?
I'll take a 7-UP.
Got anything a little stronger?
Hey, you want one?
No, thanks.
Suit yourself.
We got the federal warrant served before lunch.
What do you think the odds are we can make it a twofer
and get this rinky dink state warrant served before supper?
I wouldn't hold my breath.
This one might get complicated.
Sheriff.
What?
I'm Frank Fenton.
This is my partner, Tom.
We're U.S. Marshals.
Marshals?
Where's the coroner?
Paiute County has no coroner.
They got me and my deputy.
Yeah, middle of nowhere here, huh?
I live here.
This is Paiute country.
Only flat dicks in DC think this is the middle of nowhere.
Now pick that up.
And, uh, feel free to look around.
Best we can tell is that the perps entered here.
And whoever kicked the door in was not invited.
Any idea who did this?
Yeah, Benjamin Bonney.
You here to serve him a warrant?
Yeah, we're here to serve his warrant.
You sure it was him?
Dead positive.
Anybody who lives within a mile of his ranch,
he shoots them in the head and just burns down their house.
And not a single speck of evidence?
That's right.
He's real good.
Not one speck of evidence until last week.
We found a casing that's matched his iron.
How far away is his ranch?
Uh...
See that other side of that mountain?
He lives up there with these three half-wit sons.
Three sons?
Yeah, Noah, Ahab, and Joe.
Now I've never really seen Joe,
but I've heard a lot about him.
Every crime scene always had four sets of footprints.
So they're all involved.
Son of a bitch.
Three kids.
Dossier said two, right?
"Benjamin Bonney, born 8/18/1902, Gilead,"
uh, blah blah.
"Married in 1924.
Produced two offspring,
two sons, Ahab and Noah."
Two.
So who's this Joe kid, huh?
Some illegitimate half-breed?
Look, the warrant is for Benjamin Bonney.
We just gotta bring in one guy.
We play it smart.
We feel it out.
Well, you better find us a motel with a bar.
♪ Only if I could
Hey, pigtails.
Can I get another tequila?
Actually, make it two.
Two more coming up.
So there's something I don't get.
What don't you get, Tommy?
Why us?
Why'd they send a couple of marshals
to this little podunk hickville
to serve a county warrant?
I mean, I get the sheriff's outgunned.
Look at that guy.
He could barely stand.
But why did the FBI kick it down?
Well, I'm sure our friends at the FBI
didn't want to deal with a couple of dead miners
in Indian country.
So we got sent on a milk run after the Mooncalf grab.
Seems pretty cut and dried to me.
I just don't get why the FBI passed on it.
Here you go, boys.
Much obliged.
Now what is your name?
Name's Callie.
You here about the murders?
Ooh, cat's out of the bag, Frank.
Shot?
No, thank you.
You think it's land they're after, the Bonneys?
Well,
hell.
Anyone with any sense knows so.
Is that right?
Them boys got a grudge and they'll spill blood over it.
Ben Bonney's daddy owned 10,000 acres
of God's country around here.
Largest ranch in the mine area.
When he went off and got killed by the Indians,
the bank took it, sold it off in plots,
and I bought one of them plots.
You see, there ain't nobody got no recollection of it
except Ben Bonney and a few others.
A man thinks something's rightfully his
and it gets took from him's a dangerous man.
Ben Bonney's even worse.
So he's trying to buy back the land at bottom dollar?
Hell, he low-balled me to the tune of $20 an acre.
Turned him down.
Next week, had two dead horses shot through the head.
He come back the next day, offered me $10 an acre.
Did you take it?
Nope.
I like this guy.
I always figured
my end would be the bottom of a mine shaft,
inflation would run me off,
or Soviet Reds would get me.
I never ever dreamed
it'd be the cloven-hoofed devil himself.
Ma'am.
How about that?
We get to arrest the cloven-hoofed devil himself.
The whole country's gone to half to hell if you ask me.
Mama'd spin in her grave.
If it's not murderers, it's the communists.
Didn't used to be like this.
It won't always be like this.
That's how you flirt?
Mind your business. Tommy.
So this Benjamin Bonney guy, right?
He's out there, what?
Killing landowners and then buying up the plots?
And he thinks he's not gonna get caught.
♪ I reached inside - What?
Oh, come on, Tommy.
Shh.
Hi, boys.
Hello, yourself.
What's your name?
Dinah.
What's yours?
Tommy.
You want a drink?
Sure.
Don't mind if I do
Hot damn, Dinah.
Where are you from?
Twin Falls, Idaho.
- Idaho? - Mm-hmm.
What-what are you doing all the way down here?
Oh, just looking for a boyfriend.
It might be you if you play your cards right.
Miss, we're U.S. Marshals.
Is that a crime?
No.
Just keep it above board, please.
Mm.
My son likes those.
He's four.
So, you got a girlfriend?
Well, I think I might now.
Mm.
You staying here?
I am.
Just outside.
Uh, Tommy, we're marshals.
Yeah, you said that already.
Frank.
You think I'm a prostitute?
You think I'm trying to take his money?
Well, I'm not.
I'm not for sale.
I just...
I like Tommy.
And you're gonna give me some gas money
to get back home to my little boy next week?
Well, that only sounds fair.
$20?
Hey, Frank, can I borrow $10?
I'm kidding.
All right.
That sounds fair to me.
Frank, don't you wait up.
How's it going, darling?
Look at that dress.
I love the way it moves.
- Take it off. - I cannot wait
to see what it looks like on the floor [indistinct].
Left you with the bill, huh?
I'll collect on it.
Smoke?
No, thank you.
I gave them up 10 years ago.
You really a marshal?
I am.
And you're really going after the Bonneys?
Looks that way.
Drinks on the house.
Whole valley's scared to go near them.
Oh.
Well, thank you, Callie.
They're dangerous.
Next time you might need something a little stronger.
All right.
I got six shots in my pistol,
and every one of them's got your name on it.
Well, well, well, if it ain't Durango Jack.
Last I heard you were lightin' out for Indian territory.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
- Yeah, here you go. - Yeah, right there.
Here you go, here you go.
All right.
Confound you, Durango Jack!
Lo and behold, church on wheels.
Quite a sight, isn't it?
Yeah.
What, are you some kind of preacher?
That I am.
Reverend Cassidy Whitaker at your service.
My friends call me Cass.
Frank.
How do you do Frank?
I've never seen a traveling church before.
You mean you've never seen a man roam from town to town,
in a preacher wagon, bothering strange men in parking lots?
You gotta get out more, Frank.
You starting a revival?
There's already a revival.
I'm just bringing it to Paiute County.
Hm.
First altar call tomorrow night.
Free Bible if you want it.
Oh.
Yeah, the Gideons beat you to that one.
You got me there.
Of course, the Gideons can't give you more
than what fits in a drawer.
But Frank,
this place
is special.
I can feel it.
A man in your line of work might benefit.
What kind of work is that?
Well, you're a man of the law, aren't you?
How'd you guess?
Turn around
- What? - Turn around.
I'm unarmed.
Shh.
Shoulders of a law man.
A thousand burdens in every fiber of muscle.
You're still holding it tight.
What are you, some kind of shrink?
Just a man of the Lord, Frank.
But you don't need to have religion to call me a friend.
I've been down some hard roads.
You ever need an ear or a hand or anything else,
I'm your man.
Thank you.
I'm an Evangelist, baby.
Good will don't cost me a thing.
I'm gonna catch some shut eye in the preacher wagon.
You have yourself a good night.
Hey, you too.
Thank you.
7AM.
Oh, shit, I gotta go.
No.
- Where's my wallet? - Right now?
Rise and shine, kiddo.
I gotta go, I gotta go.
I gotta go.
Hey.
Be safe, baby doll.
I'll see you tonight.
Yeah.
Mm.
Don't get shot.
Is that coffee?
Oh, man.
Is she staying?
Yeah.
She needed gas money and then, uh,
turns out her engine needed an overhaul,
so I had to work on that all night.
Jesus.
All right, Casanova, it's time to clock in.
What the hell?
I need a bullet.
Grab a canteen.
Shoot me.
I need a bullet.
Hang on, pal, we're getting you water.
Shoot me.
Sh-sh-shoot...
Sh-sh-sh-shoot me. Shoot me.
What did you do?
I put him out of his misery.
You heard him.
Poor bastard was begging for it.
Frank,
are you all right?
Yes.
Yeah, I'm all right.
I'm all right.
I get like that too sometimes.
Call it in.
That's Don Burgess.
At least he had the common courtesy to shoot him.
I shot him.
I think you did the right thing.
Poor bastard.
That's one hell of a way to go.
Sheriff,
the whole place is done for.
Shack's burnt down and the horses shot dead.
Same as the McCluskey place.
We met him last night in town.
- Hm. - He gave us reason to believe
Bonney has some sort of ties to the land here.
Yeah, I heard that.
And?
Can't you check?
Don't you have a courthouse here?
We keep our archives
in the basement of the courthouse in Fort Tipton.
But it mysteriously burnt down
two weeks before these murders started.
Huh.
Covering his tracks.
Well,
we'll have him at the business end of a gun soon.
I'm telling you, they are very dangerous men,
so you and Barney Fife here better watch your ass.
All right there.
Big ol' fancy ranch with no cattle and no horses.
And they got a storage barn,
but they aren't growing crops.
Get out!
Hey, we're unarmed!
Stop shooting!
State your business!
We're Mormon!
Mormons?
That doesn't help your case any.
Hey, stop it!
I'm offering you diplomacy here.
Beg your pardon, Mormon, but I'm no diplomat.
What we gonna do here, Frank?
What are we gonna do, Frank?
Sir, what are we gonna do?
What are we gonna do?
Tommy,
cover me!
Shit!
Tommy, get over here!
Drop your guns or I throw grenades
through every window of this house!
Congratulations.
You're the first pair of Mormons
to ever shoot their way through the front door.
Are you Benjamin Bonney?
I am not.
I'm Mickey Mouse.
And these are my associates, Jim and Judy.
Hi.
Nice to meet you.
You come to plug holes in the front of my house?
Tell you what, why don't you join us for dinner?
You.
What's your name?
Ahab.
And you?
Noah?
That's right
Where is Joe?
I'm beginning to suspect that you're not actually Mormons.
No, no, wait.
Give me a minute.
Don't tell me.
You're U.S. Marshals
and you're here 'cause you got something to say.
Yeah, we do.
We have a warrant for your arrest
on the charge of capital murder.
Capital murder? Oh, good heavens.
I'd better comply.
Gentlemen, here are my wrists.
Just slap the irons on me and drag me off to the hangman.
That is exactly what we're going to do.
You will have your day in court if you come peacefully.
Oh, did you hear that?
I'm going to get my day in court.
Yeah.
Uh, you know, uh, if you please, Marshals, I was wondering
if I can have a look at a copy of that warrant.
That'd help me come along peacefully.
Yeah.
Issued by a Paiute County judge.
Hm.
Well, now, you must be mistaken.
Um, it says here it's issued on November 13th
and that was, uh, well over a week ago.
That's right.
Warrants don't expire.
Well, I was wondering if they kept a copy of that warrant
in the Paiute County courthouse.
I would assume so.
I would assume so, too.
May I, uh, may I make a phone call to the courthouse?
Maybe that'd help me not resist the, uh...
I'll make the call.
Operator, connect me to the Paiute County courthouse.
You fight in the war?
You got that look about you.
Probably the right age.
You want to see what I brought back from Saipan?
I cut the tongue out of every Jap
I stuck my bayonet through.
He was in Germany.
Tank command.
Killed 40 Krauts in the Hurtgen forest.
How many was it?
About 40.
You're on the wrong ranch, peckerwood.
How about I make a souvenir necklace of my own?
Now, now.
Frank.
You got anything you wanna say to your son,
you better say it now.
Calm it down, come on.
Calm it down.
I am calm.
Yes, yes, this is Officer Morton
with the U.S. Marshal Service.
Calling to check on a status of a warrant,
issue 13 November, one Benjamin Bonney.
Yes, ma'am.
Yes.
Uh-huh.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Thank you, ma'am.
The warrant's been remanded.
What?
The warrant was remanded yesterday.
The county clerk's office forgot to notify the sheriff.
Why weren't we notified by the field office?
Now here's what's gonna happen.
Joe Bonney's outside 50 yards away
with a rifle ready to blow a hole in the side of your head
the second you step out that front door.
Now I don't want to filthy up my floor
with a couple of dead marshals,
not any more than it's already been filthied,
even though I'd be justified in doing so
'cause you never identified yourselves as marshals.
You start shooting up the front of my house.
I have two witnesses for it.
Now, you fly back to wherever you came from
and don't ever come back here,
and I won't have to bleach your skulls
and send them home to your mothers for Christmas.
How's that for diplomacy, Mormons?
I'll take that as a yes, sir,
and thank you for not cutting my nuts off.
Now, if you don't want Joe
to splatter your brains all over the front yard,
you throw down your guns,
you strip down to your bare asses,
you take your Walt Disney Storybook warrant,
and you get the fuck out of my house!
Call him.
Yes.
I-I don't, I don't understand
how something like that gets lost
Okay.
Field office confirmed it.
Warrant was remanded yesterday by somebody higher up.
The sheriff wasn't in the loop.
CO says the evidence went missing.
That's great news, Frank.
Courthouse building burns up all the vital records.
Evidence goes magically missing,
and some redneck hillbilly
tyrant takes our service pistols.
Man, we look like true professionals, don't we?
I don't like it either--
I can't eve get a damn light!
Now what was all that back there, huh?
You shooting up the place
after giving me your little lecture on procedure?
It was nothing, all right?
Didn't look like nothing.
All right, look, let's go to a pawn shop,
pick up a couple of pistols.
We'll stay the night in Gilead,
head back in the morning, close it out.
As far as I'm concerned, this is the FBI's problem now.
All right.
I'm still pissed they had clothes that fit you and not me.
Luck of the draw.
Can you at least give me the belt?
Nope.
Hey.
7AM?
We're not in a hurry to go anywhere.
Let me sleep in, huh?
Hiya, Tommy.
Well, hello, gorgeous.
What are you wearing?
Take it off.
So this man, this Zen lunatic,
this Jesus Christ, this Son of God,
this man who transforms men
and restores him to the land that once bore him bounty,
this man from the bosom of the earth brought life,
and it is this life in abundance that Jesus promises us.
Howdy, Frank.
Transformation makes the broken world holy,
the skin holy, the nose holy,
the tongue and cock and asshole holy.
Transformation
makes the soul holy.
Okay, boys.
You go tonight with the blessings of Jesus.
Have a seat, Frank.
You look spent.
Mind if I smoke my pipe?
Not at all.
I've never seen a preacher smoke.
Listen, Frank.
If the good Lord didn't create all manner of plants
on the third day of creation
so we could bunch 'em up into a piece of hollowed out wood,
and smoke our little hearts out,
I don't know why He created them at all.
Don't deny yourself for my sake.
I don't smoke.
I quit
after the war.
I just, uh,
needed to do things a different way.
You know, they used to, uh, put lithium in this stuff.
Uh-huh.
Why are you here, Frank?
Tonight, here at this hotel?
It's the only motel in 50 miles.
It was this patch of concrete or a tent.
You know why I'm here?
Why is that?
I was reading the book of Genesis,
the first book of the Bible.
I was reading the story about this man named Jacob,
son of Isaac, grandson of Abraham.
He spent a great deal of his life in turmoil.
Gilead was the name of the place
where he laid that turmoil down and made peace with himself.
That spoke to me.
That's why I'm in Gilead.
I know as a lawman you're in Gilead because of...
Well, you must be on some kind of assignment.
But I want to know why you're here,
in this patch of concrete, sitting across from me,
when you could be anywhere else in Gilead, Nevada
you want to be right now.
You want to know why I'm here?
Mm-hmm.
I'll tell you.
It's not because of some divine path.
There's a man in this valley killing people.
I'm here to stop him.
Only I can't.
He found a loophole to keep on doing it,
so I'm packing up and I'm going home.
It's that simple, Reverend.
There's no neat, tidy bow to the story.
No happy ending.
No angels and beams of light.
No disrespect, just,
not everything means something.
You got a hunger, Frank,
and a thirst that transcends your circumstance.
I can see it in the way you hold your shoulders.
The Lord promises bounty, and I think you chose this place
because you're here to be fed.
There's no bounty for me here.
It's just another mission.
Captain, we have to order the men
to pull back to the bridge.
Sir, Murphy's still pinned down out there.
We can't leave him.
We don't have the fire power to get this thing down.
We have to pull back.
Order your men to pull back.
He's gonna die.
We're all gonna die.
That thing can't be stopped!
Fall back! Fall back!
Fall back to the bridge!
Sir, we cannot leave him.
He's already dead!
I'm ordering you!
Fall back, now, Captain.
I'm not leaving him to die!
Goddamn it, Captain!
Look around you.
We don't have armor.
We don't have fire support.
We don't have a goddamn bazooka.
This whole thing is fubar!
Now I'm ordering you.
Get your ass over that hill now!
Now, soldier!
Fire!
♪ Hangnail moon
♪ You don't watch out, call it stars ♪
♪ It was reflected
- Well, hey, there. - Hey, Callie.
You got a light?
I thought you didn't smoke.
I've been corrupted.
By what?
Circumstance.
Today was a mess.
You found the Bonneys?
I did.
Doesn't matter, not a damn thing I can do about it.
They're at home safe and sound and, uh, we're off the case.
We're headed out tomorrow.
Uh, I'll take a 7-UP if you got one cold.
I hate to break it to you, but I'm all out.
Bar's closing in a half an hour anyway.
I'll leave you to it.
Ah, there's a vending machine around the corner.
On me.
Thank you.
You owe me one if you ever come back.
All right.
Goodnight, Callie.
Tommy!
It's me. It's me.
Call an ambulance.
Call an ambulance!
She's dead.
We got him.
Hey, who sent you, huh?
Who sent you?
Was it the Bonneys?
- Tommy, he's dead. - Who sent you?
I swear, I'm gonna blow your head off.
Tommy!
Sheriff says he's a drifter.
There's no way to tie him to anybody, so that's that.
She's dead, Frank.
Benjamin Bonney put a hit out on us.
And now some poor bastard is an orphan.
I'm gonna kill him, Frank.
Hey.
We're off the case.
We're going home.
They got you in room four.
Tommy!
I'm just trying to find out
who remanded the warrant.
I already told you, I don't know.
Now stop raising your voice at me.
I'm not raising my voice at you.
- I'm just trying to- - Tommy,
what the hell are you doing?
I'm trying to get some answers, Frank.
Who remanded it?
Was it the sheriff?
Get out!
Tommy, Tommy, listen to me.
You're not gonna get anywhere by scaring-
No, you know what I'm not gonna do, Frank?
I'm not gonna stand around with a thumb up my ass
while Benjamin Bonney goes around
murdering hundreds of people.
Now where did you put the warrant?
Is it in the records office?
Because it doesn't look like that burned down.
Get out of the courthouse.
I have jurisdiction!
I will deal with him.
- Tommy. - What?
You're not thinking straight.
I've been thinking straight all night.
Yeah.
We got sent here with a warrant issued by this county.
Benjamin Bonney is killing people
and somehow somebody in this county
lost the only piece of evidence
tying the Bonneys to the murders.
And then, like magic, that warrant is suddenly pulled.
Now who do you think pulled it, Frank?
John F. Kennedy, huh?
Somebody in this goddamn shithole town is crooked.
Yes, they are.
Hey, they're crooked,
- all right? - Yeah.
So what?
So somebody fucking died last night, Frank!
Okay, flyboy, what are you gonna do about it?
Do you think whoever remanded that warrant
signed their name at the bottom,
filed it in permanent records?
We are done.
We are going home.
Accept it.
Maybe, I think maybe there's a chance.
And maybe it's worth looking at the land records
from that year just because everything else
went up in ashes, Frank.
And I think maybe you might actually give a shit
if your balls weren't permanently locked up
in a cabinet since 1945.
Drop the folders.
Drop them right now and let me see your hands.
Daniel?
What the hell are you doing? Man, I almost shot you.
Goddamn, brother.
Never thought I'd run into you again.
Not in the middle of the desert, that's for sure.
What has it been, 10 years?
More that that I think, what, '51, right?
Hey, you should have seen this flyboy.
He was driving fighters in Korea.
Best wingman I ever had.
When I wasn't saving your ass.
Oh, no, no, no, uh-uh.
You were saving my ass?
I don't think so.
I know a couple of MiG pilots in parachutes,
they'd swear to it.
We're gonna do this again?
You know I had that shot.
I know you think you had that shot.
After I saved his ass, we both got out, went to college.
He went Marshals, I went FBI.
What are the chances?
So you're FBI.
Yeah, they got us down on field assignment.
Who's us?
I'm not really at liberty to say.
You know how that goes.
Does the name Benjamin Bonney
mean anything to you?
Whoa.
No, no, I'm just saying-
- Come on, man. - we were sent here
with a warrant for his arrest
and we get here and suddenly
somebody makes the warrant just [blows] disappear.
Tommy, you listen to me.
I got a little office here.
I'm doing my job, I like my job.
Okay?
You can't just come in and pump me for information.
It don't work like that.
That's not what I'm doing.
I just need a little something, man.
Tell me-
Are you on active assignment?
That's an excellent question.
Mr. Armstrong, they're U.S. Marshals, sir.
They check out.
That doesn't answer my question.
Are you on an active assignment?
No, sir.
We are following up on a recent case.
What kind of case?
We were called in by the county
to serve a murder warrant.
Evidence got lost,
so my partner and I were doing a little follow up.
Murder warrant?
Killing over land.
The old ways never change, do they?
Yeah, they do, if you change them.
Tommy and I, we flew missions together in Korea, sir.
He's a good pilot, a very good man.
Investigations are FBI jurisdiction.
As you no longer have active warrants to serve,
you'll need to return to your station.
Carson City.
That's a 15 hour drive.
Call the air station at, uh, White Rock
and charter these gentlemen a flight
tomorrow morning, first thing.
You can, uh, leave the car at the airport.
We'll take care of it.
Professional courtesy.
That is mighty kind of you, sir.
We will get out of your hair.
Daniel.
Take care of yourself.
Excuse me, sir.
I spent an entire year taking Chinese flak,
trying to save South Korea from that madman Kim.
It was black and white.
You got the good guys over here and the bad guys over there.
You suit up, you go shoot rockets at the bad guy.
And now the good guys are shooting rockets at us.
I think I liked it better
when they were communists.
At least it made sense.
It doesn't make sense.
It doesn't have to.
7AM?
7AM.
Hey,
Captain.
Something ain't right.
See it?
Yeah, I see it.
Some kind of signals?
Krauts must be dug in.
It means there's more of them out there.
I don't have a good feeling about this.
Hey, maybe we ought to let this one go.
We back off, we go around these pricks.
Cut 'em off at their supply.
They'll surrender to the first unit that comes across 'em.
Sergeant, every drop of blood
those Krauts spill from here on out,
that's on your hands and mine.
So, if you're not willing to live with that,
get your rifle pointed down range.
Let's take out some bad guys.
Starting to think you got a thing for being corrupted.
Drinking your problems away?
The intrepid U.S. Marshal.
Badge and gun in his motel room,
indulges in spirits and barmaids
just to ease the pain that he exists.
What are you doing here, Benjamin?
What am I doing here?
I'll have what he's having.
Make it two.
I spent my day on top of my roof plugging holes
so that when it snows next month,
it doesn't, it doesn't drain down into the house
and onto the holes on the floor that I just patched.
It's November.
It's damn hot and I worked up a sweat,
so I reckon I,
thank you,
deserve a respite for my troubles.
What do you say?
You put that on his tab.
He owes me one.
You here to shoot up my room again?
Someone shot up your room?
You got a lot of nerve.
I would love nothing more
than to blow your insides out all over this bar.
Can't think of a good reason yet.
Go on, drink it.
Drink it.
Now...
I'm gonna tell you a story, Marshal, about my mother dying.
Bartender, two more.
Doubles.
She was killed on her own ranch,
the one you just shot up,
during an insurrection of the Paiute Indians
and the federal government.
Was shot in the stomach.
My father held her while she died
while I sat there inside watching.
She was killed by a 10-year-old boy.
Go on now.
I knew that boy.
His name was Tu-cu-pit.
That's Paiute speak for a mountain lion.
He shot her in the stomach.
She died right there on the ranch you just shot up.
My father held her while she died
and I stood inside watching.
Pour two more.
Eventually, the federals crushed the uprising
and killed all the leaders and it was over.
And Tu-cu-pit was still alive
and he went back to his boarding school the next week
like nothing happened.
You know what I did?
What?
I found his boarding school
and I watched him from the woods for a month,
watching him learn how to plant corn.
Then one day, he was alone,
so I took a rock, hit him in the back of the head.
And I kept on hitting him until his skull cracked.
Then I dragged his body into a ditch
and then I pulled out my jackknife
and in the rage of a child, I did what a child would do.
I cut off his head.
That's, add two more.
Come on now.
You know how I felt?
- How did- - Not the slightest
bit guilty.
Slept like a baby.
From that day on,
I never lost a minute of sleep for killing that boy.
Drink.
Anyone who survived the insurrection,
they knew Tu-cu-pit had killed my mother,
so they assumed my father cut his head off in revenge.
So the next day, they shot my father
right in his own front yard.
Naturally, they cut his head off.
No more mother.
No more father.
No more 10,000 acres I lost to the bank.
All for making sure that that kid got his comeuppance.
Now, as a U.S. Marshal,
I'm sure that you feel really inspired
to follow every injustice down to the end of a rope.
The point I'm trying to make here,
that sometimes you need to know
when to go back to your fucking house and stay there.
Those are for you, honey.
I don't drink.
Four bucks.
And you still owe me a drink.
You all right?
There's a time I had the fire to do something about that.
I don't know if I need to feed that fire or put it out.
Might be best to not ever light it to begin with.
World's got enough fires.
Fire by an outlaw's hand
or being vaporized in a nuclear inferno.
Either way, the whole world's consumed by it.
Everybody burns.
Got a light?
Frank?
Frank, is that you?
It's Danny, open up.
It's unlocked.
We need to talk.
Come on in.
You're hungry.
You're smoking cigarettes and drinking
after years of sobriety,
'cause you're hungry for something.
Well, once in a while a guy's gotta cut loose.
You knocked on my door because you have an urgency,
a burning desire deep inside you, Frank,
to break out of your constraints.
You know how Jacob came to Gilead?
Jacob who?
Jacob from the Bible.
Yeah, right.
Uh...
No, I don't know how Jacob came to be in Gilead.
Because he was traveling to reconcile his burdens.
And the Lord chose Gilead
as the place of reconciliation.
Good to know.
In Gilead, he was transformed.
Have you ever embarked on a psychedelic trip before?
No.
I think you're long overdue.
Smoke it.
What's the jig, Daniel?
No jig, just deep shit.
- Deep shit, huh? - Yeah.
Okay, so you're here to what?
Scare me away again?
Tommy, you remember the Pusan run?
January of '51, K9 airbase.
- Yeah. - Couple of MIG-15s?
Yeah, I remember the Pusan run.
You remember what happened?
We lost Joker.
Joker wasn't supposed to fly that day.
He felt a sense of duty.
Leapfrogged the roster,
flew himself in front of a MiG ace's cannon,
and that was the end.
All the honor, all the glory, 21 gun salute
and wings punching the top of his coffin, still dead.
That's you right now.
You're Joker.
Stay on the base, Tommy.
Sit this one out.
I'm not built for hanging back at base, Danny.
I'll take my chances getting shot.
I gotta see this through.
I tried.
My boss made that shell casing disappear.
Galen Armstrong, he got rid of the only evidence.
The only evidence tying the Bonneys to the murders.
He's the one that torched the archives
and remanded the warrant.
I don't know why.
He's got something cooking and it's bad.
The Bonneys are killing people.
Armstrong's letting it happen.
Whose side are you on, Daniel?
Fair winds and following seas, brother.
Transformations are spiritual.
Jacob's transformation was spiritual,
but it was a physical encounter.
He woke up in the middle of the night,
sleeping by the road to Gilead,
and found himself wrestling with an angel.
The angel took the form of a man,
and there Jacob wrestled with that man
till the breaking of the day.
Let me go.
And when the man saw that Jacob prevailed against him,
he touched the hollow of his thigh.
No.
And the hollow of Jacob's thigh was out of joint
as he wrestled with him.
And that man said, "Let me go!"
The day breaketh,
and he says, "I will not let thee go
until thou bless me."
And the angel blessed him there.
Your struggle, Frank.
You're wrestling with an angel.
You're wrestling with yourself.
You ready to do this?
Let's shoot 'em out the goddamn window, sir.
Be prepared to cover me
if we start taking fire from the woods.
Ready?
Go!
Till the fucking house is falling!
"Death be not proud."
Let's go kill them fucking Nazis.
"Though some call thee mighty and dreadful,
thou are not so.
Those whom thou thinkest thou dost overthrow die not!
Poor death nor yet canst thou kill me
from rest and sleep.
Rest!
Their bones and soul's delivery!
Poppy or charms make us sleep as well.
And better than thy stroke!
Why swellest thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally.
And death shall be no more."
"Death shall die."
Jacob called the place of his struggle, He Who Strives.
For I have seen God face to face,
and my life is preserved.
For Jacob was righteous in the eyes of the Lord.
We're shooting rockets at the North Koreans.
What are you talking about, Frank?
You said you liked shooting at the bad guys.
We know where the bad guys are.
Let's shoot at them.
What are you on, Frank?
Remember this?
That's every land deed and bill of sale
in Paiute County this year.
Every one of them deeded to Benjamin Bonney
for pennies on the dollar.
He's murdering to create a panic
and buying out everyone within 20 miles of his ranch.
This is all circumstantial evidence.
But lucky for us,
that's no longer our problem.
Pack your rockets, Tommy.
There's a war on.
The Bonneys have been in that barn for an hour.
They're not coming out.
Then we're going in.
You got the duffel, right?
Yeah.
You sure that's how you want to play this?
I've never been more sure of anything in my life.
We're gonna get Bonney,
we're gonna take down Armstrong,
or we're gonna wind up dead or in prison.
That all right with you?
Better to die a hero than live as a coward.
That's the spirit.
Let's get 'em, cowboy.
Don't move!
U.S. Marshals, you're under arrest.
Don't do it.
Don't.
Tommy, you need to see this.
Holy shit.
[indistinct] was shot just below the shoulder,
according to
who spoke with the governor at the hospital
where he [indistinct].
asked where the shooter came from,
and the Governor replied, "I don't know.
I guess from the back."
Benjamin Bonney.
You are under arrest for capital murder.
Do not make any sudden moves, either of you.
What the hell is this?
Yeah, how'd you get in here?
Where are my sons?
Noah and Ahab are dead.
That's right.
You tell us where Joe is, and maybe he survives.
You can't make an arrest without a warrant.
See, a little birdie showed up on our doorstep last night
with your missing evidence.
That's probable cause.
Gentlemen,
this is our insurance policy.
You're gonna answer some questions on the record.
Mr. Armstrong, I'm aware
that you can make a shell casing disappear.
But this recording is getting air-mailed to Washington.
And you will not make that disappear.
So why don't we start with where the hell we are?
Why's there a rocket down here?
The President of the United States,
John Fitzgerald Kennedy,
has been confirmed dead at Dallas Parkland Hospital
at 1 o'clock p.m. local time today.
Lyndon Baines Johnson
- has currently assumed the- - Is that real?
the oath of office and will be sworn in-
President John F. Kennedy
who was shot by a would-be assassin-
You telling me
that the President of the United States is dead?
And you had something to do with it?
What's going on?
It's a new world and the end of yours.
Stay where you are.
Don't move, I've got you in my sights!
That would be my daughter,
Jo.
What the hell are you doing here?
Drop your guns, both of you.
You shoot and Daddy here dies!
Frank, I've got your partner in my sights.
Tell him to drop his gun.
You got no choice, drop your guns.
Not gonna happen.
What the hell are you doing?
Why are you here?
Drop your guns!
I'm gonna blow his brains out!
Hey!
Hey, you want a confession?
I'll give you a confession.
We're standing in a missile silo.
What you saw in the other room
is a rocket with an atom bomb strapped to the top of it.
Those Soviet engineers from Angola or whatever
have been down here building it for what purposes,
I don't know and I-I don't care.
If you want to know, you ask him.
I personally don't give one single solitary fuck
about the Soviets or the missiles.
Me?
I just like a good deal.
And that's what Mr. Armstrong proposed to me.
Yeah, he wanted his privacy.
He didn't want neighbors snooping around.
I heard that.
Made a deal.
What I do is keep the locals away
by any means at my disposal.
Yeah, and he makes sure the scrutiny goes away.
You let him murder with impunity?
For land?
Yeah, you're goddamn right, Marshals.
I'm killing for land, yeah.
I want that land.
That's my land.
It's always been my land.
That land will be mine for a thousand years.
That will be my land without any consequences at all.
I own you, I own your badges,
I own your family, I own your asses.
Put down your guns, get on your knees,
and pray to whatever God you can think of
that we don't slash you from your asshole to your elbows
and leave your guts bleaching in the sun.
That's your only chance, you cherry fucks.
You better take it.
You killed the president?
You're goddamn right we did.
So what power do you think you have?
Get him!
Dr. Hansi, we have a code nine.
You know what to do.
I don't speak Russian.
Who are you?
Are you with Mr. Armstrong?
No, I'm not.
What is this?
This is your day of reckoning.
What kind of reckoning?
You are in a missile silo.
Why don't you do the math?
You're launching it?
At what?
Tell me.
Hey!
I've got your scientist.
What is this, Armstrong?
You launching a missile?
Marshal...
I'm, uh...
I'm going to explain something to you.
Imagine you have a, a Russian soldier
with a gun pointing at your head.
Now, if he fires, you die
before you can get off a shot in defense.
But he's not going to fire
because you have 1,000 American soldiers
standing behind you pointing guns at him.
If he shoots, you die, but so does he.
It's mutually assured destruction.
If I turn that key,
the nuclear missile in the next room
will launch into the city of Los Angeles.
You can't stop it.
But if you put down your gun,
you have a historic, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity
to convince me to change my mind.
Why should I believe you?
You could gamble with the lives
of every man, woman, and child in Los Angeles,
if you prefer.
All right, Frank.
Save Los Angeles.
Tell me to fire the missile somewhere else.
Say it.
Fire the missile somewhere else.
Okay.
What are you doing?
I am reprogramming the missile
to land on the bustling metropolis
of Cactus City, California, population zero.
It's a ghost town.
This is not part of the plan.
The plans were to wait successful news about the-
Of the killing of President Kennedy,
and then launch the missile at Los Angeles.
We're changing the plan.
We're saving the world.
You cannot change the plan.
You cannot!
We just did, Dr. Hansi.
I just saved America from a Russian plot
to destroy Los Angeles from one of America's own silos.
I'm a hero.
You killed the president.
I killed the rot that's plagued this country
since Stalin marched into Berlin.
When that missile lands in the desert,
the whole world will think Russia killed the president,
and launched an atomic bomb at Los Angeles
and missed by the grace of God.
Flattening a ghost town's not enough
to justify wiping Russia off the map with our own arsenal,
but it stops every politician in this country
from coddling the Reds once and for all.
I just made every wobbly-kneed, fence-sitting senator
and fifth-column voters' league
opposing the defense of this country
just as much a danger as Moscow itself.
Hell, I just got every nation in the West
to stand up and commit
to stopping the, the spread of communism
to Chile and Vietnam.
I'm a patriot, Frank.
What are you?
It's not too late to stop this.
I'm sorry about your father, but it's not too late.
My father's death served a greater cause.
It's like I told you.
If you're preparing for war, you've already lost it.
You cannot do this!
You made a deal with Moscow, you treasonous scum!
You're going to burn in hell for this!
Do you hear me?
You're going to burn!
Jo.
Do you know the protocol?
I know the protocol.
Prepare the launch sequence.
I want this thing in the air in 10 minutes.
Get our man of Mexico on the line.
See if he's got full confirmation on Kennedy.
Looked pretty dead to me.
Any chance they can survive this?
It's gonna be 6,000 degrees when this thing goes up.
Won't be so much as a pile of ashes left over.
Come on, let's get 'er in the air.
"And now, I am become death.
Destroyer of worlds."
So this is it, huh?
We're cooked?
More or less.
But that doesn't mean we can't stop them.
Stop them how?
You're saying we could, we can turn this thing off?
Quite easily.
There is no permissive action link on the warhead.
I can run up there with a screwdriver
and pull a few wires.
But I am not going to do that.
What do you mean you're not gonna do that?
Why?
Because it is now my sworn duty
to give them a taste of their own medicine.
Only a fool would trust that man.
And I am not a fool!
So I built an electronic release on a fuel valve.
And now, it's armed.
We flip this switch and rocket fuel starts bleeding out.
Slow enough they won't notice.
10 minutes later,
the charge goes off next to the oxider seal,
the gas mixes, and 150 tons of rocket fuel
goes off in half a second.
And that is the end.
No.
Disarm it!
You crawl up there and you disarm it!
We can live to fight another day.
If you know how to reprogram a D-17 main frame computer
and fly this missile into the ocean,
then we live to fight another day.
But that won't stop Mr. Armstrong and those maniacs.
It will only slow them down.
So it's his plan or mine.
Choose!
Kennedy's dead.
Then, uh, you'll need the launch code.
Your plan will kill them.
Right?
We are talking about 150 tons of rocket fuel.
That is enough to put a blast door into solid granite.
Do it.
It's a go.
It is a nice day to die for your country.
How long we got?
Five minutes.
Where's Tommy?
He gave 'em hell.
Let's go. Let's go.
Farewell, old friend.
To a better world.
Oh, my.
Are you the chaplain?
Do you see what I've done?
Redemption is a long road, Frank.
This is your road to Gilead.
What do I do now?
Vavavoom.
Drive it, baby.