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(reel ticking)
(thunder rumbling) (dog barking)
(reel whirring)
(anticipatory music)
(hooves clomping) (bystanders chattering)
(music continues)
(horse snorts)
- Look there.
- So what?
It's just another saddle tramp.
- [Kid 1] No, look here.
- [Kid 2] Bosh!
Everyone knows Link Maddock only works the Indian territory.
- [Kid 1] Look again, you know it all.
- Well, I'll be.
What does that book say about him?
- [Kid 1] It says all his blood money
is saved in a buried coffin
atop a derelict confederate graveyard.
- [Kid 2] Where?
- No one knows.
But the book says he keeps it real secure
from those that do find it.
(metal clangs) (horses whinnying)
- [Kid 2] My daddy said he once saw Maddock shoot
a stray dog that pissed on his boot, midstream too.
- [Kid 1] Come on, let's follow.
I got me an idea.
(light western music)
(music continues)
- Deputy, I told you when you see these,
you tear them down.
I will not have my office being used
as a advertisement post for these mud shows.
Donations for the widows and orphan fund
ain't till December.
You're a few months early, Mister?
(objects clattering)
All right, all right, all right.
Mister, I could have you shot for that.
I'm not doin' business with an armed man.
It's a town ordinance.
Don't worry, you'll get it back after you leave my office.
I don't like bounty hunters hangin' around my town.
So I suggest when we're done here,
you just keep on walkin' outta Coffee Field, Mister?
What'd you say your name was again?
- I didn't.
- That an accent?
You're not American?
- Is that gonna buy?
- All right, see what you got here.
(flyer thuds)
What of it?
That mess could be anyone.
(rooster crowing) (hooves clomping)
I'll be damned.
(bell tolling)
You'll need to converse
with the county judge about your reward.
I can't help you.
- Courthouse is in Caulker City.
It's a day's ride.
- Yep.
So, I suggest you get gone
and get your quarry outta here before it rots any further,
'cause in this town, blood is thicker than this tin badge.
See, Pinto, Pinto Sykes,
is my deputy's second cousin.
That means son of a bitch that he was,
he's my first cousin, and son of a bitch or not,
that makes him family.
And no matter what the law says, I can't trade on family.
- Hm.
(indistinct)
All the same, I'll take my money now.
- You stupid fool.
I'm giving you a chance to walk outta here.
- In silver.
- All I got for you is lead.
(match strikes) (deputy exclaims)
(deputy groaning)
(anticipatory music)
- I'll save your burial costs.
(fire whooshing)
(deputy exclaiming) (music continues)
(both groaning) (music continues)
(townsfolk exclaiming)
(gun cocks)
(shots firing) (music continues)
(Sheriff Sykes coughs)
(shots firing) (townsfolk exclaiming)
(deputy yells)
(shots firing) (music continues)
(townsperson grunting)
(music continues)
(both coughing)
(shots firing) (music continues)
(coughing continues)
(shots firing) (townsperson in plaid grunts)
(gun clattering)
(fire whooshing) (music continues)
(shots firing)
(pensive music)
(music continues)
- Jesus, you got him.
You were right.
He's got reward out for him in Coachees County.
It says right here in your book.
You weren't joshin'.
We're gonna be rich!
(child vomits) (townsfolk clamoring)
(pensive music) (fire crackling)
(music continues)
(shots firing)
(anticipatory music)
(train exhaust hissing)
(shots firing) (music continues)
(train horn blaring)
(shots firing) (music continues)
(music intensifies)
(shots firing) (music continues)
(shot firing)
(music continues)
(pensive music) (fire crackling)
(music continues)
(shot firing) (Link grunting)
(music continues) (grunting continues)
(shot firing) (grunting continues)
(bell tolling)
(music continues) (grunting continues)
(music continues)
(unsettling music) (singer vocalizing)
(music continues) (vocalizing continues)
(children chattering)
(children screaming playfully)
(Link grunting)
- Three weeks.
It's how long you've been here,
if you were wondering.
I'm Sister Marie.
The bandage?
Before I devoted my life to the church,
my father was a horse doctor, and he taught me his practice.
(sighs) I always suspected he wanted a son.
- Horses?
- Yes.
It does seem that man and beast
are quite the same on the inside.
- Jesus.
- I am so glad that you brought him up.
You see, it was Christ who saved you.
The Lord works through me, Mr. Maddock.
He is the one who saved you.
He is the one who gave you a second chance, not I.
You see, I believe that the Lord has a plan for you.
He wants to give you every opportunity
for you to be set on the right path this time,
tempting you with ownership
of your previous weapon would be unbearably cruel.
So, I sold your gun.
- What?
- It's all a part of the Lord's plan, Mr. Maddock.
Do you not remember the burning?
(fire whooshing)
For days it's all you would talk about day and night.
All you would speak about are demons,
apostles of hell that were torturing you
with visions of what you would endure
in the devil's layer for the mortal sins that you committed.
- I was sick.
- No, no.
It was not the delirium, Mr. Maddock.
Satan had a hold on you.
He had been waiting all your life
and for a brief moment he had you.
But that is in the past now.
He has a plan for you to do better than you did.
Like, "Thou shalt not murder."
Well, Mr. Maddock, you must be starving.
You get dressed now and I'll get you something.
(gentle music)
(music continues)
(children chattering)
(music continues) (children screaming playfully)
So, you've seen the children.
Orphans, poor dears.
The parish runs the church.
(chuckles) The town orphanage, really.
To be honest with you,
we haven't had many donations lately.
So, we've taken to growing and selling the harvest,
but no luck thus yet.
And the only donation we've had
so far this year was your gracious contribution.
- Hm.
- Your sold gun, of course.
And the- (boots clinking)
One moment, please.
(bell tolling) (townsfolk chattering)
(knife scrapes)
(boots clinking)
I'm sorry.
That was Mr. Greeves, the bank president.
He has done everything he can with the board of directors
and if they can't (inhales shakily) meet the required amount
of charity by the end of the month,
then the bank is gonna take back the orphanage (sniffles).
- Throw them back out on the street?
- They could stay here for a little while longer,
but the parish does not have the funds
to feed the dozens of hungry mouths.
If there were some kind soul
who could make a sizable donation,
I'm sure we could keep finding them homes.
I'm so sorry.
I'm gonna let you enjoy your dinner.
- If someone were to?
- Yes?
- Saving those foundlings would go a long way
for a man's salvation, wouldn't it?
- Well, yes, but...
(hooves clomping)
- I'll be back before the bank comes to collect.
- Mr. Maddock, thank you.
(Sister Marie sighs)
(lively western music)
(horse whinnying) (music continues)
(boots clinking) (music continues)
(thunder rumbling)
(hooves clomping) (anticipatory music)
(rumbling continues) (music continues)
(rumbling continues)
(horse snorts)
(intriguing music)
(horse whinnying) (music continues)
(dirt clattering) (music continues)
(rumbling continues)
(rain pattering)
(shovel scraping)
(Link panting)
(dirt rustling)
(rumbling continues)
(dirt clattering)
(lid thuds)
(crickets chirping)
(thunder booming)
(unsettling music)
(music continues) (rumbling continues)
(coins clinking)
(cow moos)
(rumbling continues)
(music continues)
(horses whinnying) (hooves clomping)
- The horses!
(horse whinnying)
(Link yells)
(Sanchez speaking in Spanish)
(raider yells)
- [Jennie] Bastard's still alive!
(thunder rumbling) (pensive music)
(music fades)
(children chattering)
(coffin thuds) (Link grunting)
(match strikes)
(Link gasping) (coffin creaking)
(match strikes) (gasping continues)
(lid creaking)
(dirt clattering) (Link gasping)
(Link spitting)
(wind whistling)
(bird calling)
(dirt clattering)
(bird calling)
(Link grunts)
(Link panting)
(shot firing)
(gun cocks) (pensive music)
(Grey Cloud groaning)
(music continues)
(shots firing) (gun cocking)
(shots firing) (music continues)
(shots firing)
(bird calling) (Grey Cloud gasping)
- [Grey Cloud] Sir, please.
- [Link] Where is he?
- Some woodsman.
Lives south of here.
But Grey Cloud knows no names.
He swears to the high spirit.
When Grey Cloud was ensnared in his steel animals jaws
the other four left him to die.
(knife scrapes) (pensive music)
- [Link] Where is the money?
- All around.
Difficult to see in shroud of darkness
and master spirit's anger.
Others left with gold.
No such luck for Grey Cloud.
In confusion, he came across worthless paper.
Now, Mister, I must ask you, in this day, in this age,
who the fuck keeps Confederate script?
- Call me sentimental.
Why'd you do it?
- (breathing heavily) My people need money.
Man came.
A white eye like you.
Promised Grey Cloud you would lead
to money if he and the others followed.
- This man hired the others too?
- He was with us.
- The others, all strangers to this man?
- A stranger to Grey Cloud.
But he can only speak for himself.
- Why hire help when he could have the whole pot to himself?
- That white eye was no fool.
He said you would be dangerous.
- He was right.
- [Sister Marie] "Thou shalt not murder.
Thou shalt not murder."
- Huh, leaves a lot of room for self defense.
- Crazy white man.
Grey Cloud would like the use of his leg again, please.
In return, he will help you track down others.
(metal clanging) (Grey cloud groans)
(Link speaking in Cherokee)
- What words are these?
- Cherokee.
Or until we meet again.
Pray to your sky spirit we don't.
- But Grey Cloud is Mohawk.
(pensive music)
(Grey Cloud panting)
- Thou shall not murder.
(woodsman humming)
(raider yells) (thunder rumbling)
♪ I'll love you until the river runs still ♪
♪ We know blow away ♪
(wood splitting)
- We'll be nice and warm tonight, won't we?
Toasty warm.
(woodsman singing indistinctly)
(wood thudding)
(birds chirping)
(woodsman grunting)
Daddy's home (chuckles)!
Anybody miss me (laughs)?
(crickets chirping)
(wolf howls) (pensive music)
(woodsman chuckles) (music continues)
Yeah.
♪ My Bonnie lies over the ocean ♪
♪ My Bonnie lies over the sea ♪
♪ My Bonnie lies over the ocean ♪
♪ So, bring back my Bonnie to me ♪
♪ And ♪
(woodsman laughs)
Where are you goin' (laughs)?
♪ Bring back ♪
♪ Bring back my Bonnie to me ♪
(owl hooting)
Ah, Toscanini, my old friend.
You need a little bit of a touch up (chuckles).
We'll be gettin' you fixed up soon enough.
And when you're good and presentable with this.
I'll get a little place outside'a town.
Mm hm (chuckles).
Where you-
(bird calling)
Where all of you,
can be seen and admired (chuckles).
No more cooped up
here in this wilderness with me (chuckles).
♪ My Bonnie lies over the ocean ♪
♪ My Bonnie lies over the sea ♪
♪ My Bonnie lies over the ocean ♪
♪ So, bring back my Bonnie to me ♪
♪ And ♪
♪ Bring back ♪
(Link's stomach growling)
(growling stops) (bird calling)
(wind whistling)
(shot firing)
(wolf howls)
Damn deer.
(woodsman chuckles)
(woodsman humming)
♪ Bring back ♪
♪ Bring back my Bonnie to me ♪
♪ To me ♪
♪ Bring back ♪
(pensive music) (crickets chirping)
(bird calling)
(hay rustling) (music continues)
(wolf howls)
(woodsman snoring)
(door creaking)
(bird calling)
- [Sister Marie] "Thou shall not murder."
(pensive music) (snoring continues)
(music continues)
(door creaking)
(bird calling)
(dirt clattering)
(Link groans)
(suspenseful music)
(Link spits) (music continues)
(wolf howls)
(music continues)
(dirt clattering)
(music continues)
(match strikes)
(music continues) (wolf howls)
(woodsman laughing)
(wolf howls)
- Oh, forgive me, Mister,
but as my old grande used to say,
"Only way to follow one good practical joke
is with another."
And besides, I'm pretty proud of my work
and I don't often get to show it off.
Pretty good, eh (chuckles)?
I bet you'd look pretty good decoratin'
up on my wall you funny son of a bitch.
Why don't you toss me up them nuggets
and maybe I'll put you up outta that hole.
- You'll have to come down and take them.
- (chuckles) Is that so?
Ah.
Well, funny man, there's something gotta happen first.
Shit!
God damn it to hell.
(chuckles) Reckon the jokes on me, eh?
I've been killin' critters my whole life
but I never killed a person before.
These ways, if you don't count Injuns.
But never no white man before.
- Hm.
You know, it's easy.
Just come down and I show you.
- (chuckles) Oh, yeah.
Yeah, you are funny.
No, no, no, no.
You wait right there.
Wait right there.
I got just the ticket for you.
(pensive music)
(woodsman groans)
(dirt clattering) (music continues)
(gun cocks)
(shots firing) (pensive music)
(woodsman humming) (music continues)
(ladder clattering)
This way, that way I didn't have to look
you in the face and I was...
There you go.
Not so funny are we now, Mister?
(music continues)
Gertrude?
What are you playin' at?
(music continues)
(woodsman grunts)
(birds chirping)
(woodsman grunting)
Mister, Mister, please.
- Names and whereabouts of (indistinct).
- I would if I knew.
They just showed up at my place.
They said there was an organized posse.
They was after a bad man
and if I was to help 'em in their affair,
whatever spoils is to be had when all was said and done,
and I'd get my share on account of my courage.
It didn't seem on the up and up,
but I need the money.
I can't say as I got a very good look at any of 'em,
but there was an Indian and a Mex, and a woman.
Craziest lookin' bunch I ever seen.
Mister, you let me up outta this,
I'll hope you track 'em down.
You ain't gotta pay me or nothin'.
(bullet whizzing)
(woodsman panting)
- Hey Bobby, why don't you go see
if we can salvage anything outta that hovel over there.
I think we got this taken care of.
(light western music)
(music continues)
Mister, we don't know who you are,
but man, are we glad you came,
'cause this hillbilly pepperwood is a tough nut to crack.
Now, as the saying goes stand and delivered.
Well, I guess in your case standin's outta the question,
so why don't we get right to the deliverin' part?
What do you say? (gun cocks)
Oh, shit!
(shot firing)
God damn son of a bitch!
(shots firing) (posse member grunting)
God damn it (groaning)!
(posse member groaning)
(shots firing)
- Go to hell!
(gun cocks)
(shots firing)
(woodsman panting)
(shots firing)
(gun clicking)
- Shit.
(gun clicks)
(chamber clicking)
(dirt rustling)
(gun cocks)
(shot firing)
(posse member panting)
(door creaking)
(shot firing)
(gun cocks)
(light western music)
(music continues)
- Hey, Mister (chuckles).
Glad to see you come out the other side on that one,
but you may not be so lucky next time.
This place is crawlin' with opportunists.
Have you give anymore thought to takin' me along?
Come on!
(light western music)
(bell tolling)
(horse whinnying) (townsfolk chattering)
- [Sheriff Sykes] God damn (coughs).
(tolling continues)
- Oh (chuckles).
Gentlemen, I'm afraid you've missed today's sermon.
You'll have to come back tomorrow.
- Sister, I heard you're harborin' a fugitive,
a foreigner at that.
- Listening to idol town gossip is as bad as sin.
- I don't deny bein' a sinner, Sister,
but today is not our day to confess.
It's yours.
- Why (chuckles)?
(Sister Marie groans)
(Sister Marie exclaims) (pensive music)
Why are you hidin' Link Maddock?
- I do not know what you mean!
(Sister Marie groans)
- Who's sinnin' now, Sister?
(Sister Marie groans)
My deputy can make it hurt more,
much more.
- My side of the family always
did have a strong grip didn't we (chuckles)?
(Sister Marie whimpers)
- Link Maddock is a bad man.
He's a very destructive man.
(Sister Marie groans)
For the good of your community and yourself,
tell me where he is.
- I don't know (whimpers).
- Is he comin' back?
He'll come back.
(Sister Marie groans)
- And we'll be watching anyone who comes in and outta here.
- You're not the law here in Junctionville.
You have no jurisdiction.
- You worry about God's law.
You leave earthly law to me.
(pensive music)
(bell tolling) (Sister Marie whimpering)
♪ Well, I thought she was a lady ♪
♪ She turned out quite shady ♪
♪ I thought she loved me ♪
♪ I'm all alone ♪
♪ But all of my friends ♪
♪ She dropped to her knees ♪
♪ She went for the bone ♪
♪ And the last time I saw her ♪
♪ And I ain't seen her since ♪
♪ She was fuckin' a cooley ♪
♪ Through a barbed wire fence ♪
(old man laughs)
(old man coughing)
- Come on out.
Bad things don't sing dirty songs by themselves.
- (laughs) You got that right, son,
no matter how the wind blows.
- You don't know how close you came to dying just now.
- Oh (chuckles).
(shot firing)
(laughs) You got that twisted, son.
You don't know how close you come to dyin' just then.
- Could have given a man some warning.
- (chuckles) Now, if I'd have given the game away,
you'd have been the man splattered
all over the ground instead of that fella over yonder.
Nobody trounces through here on purpose.
Where are ya headin' to?
- Junctionville.
- Half a day's ride down that away.
Yeah, for you full day's walk.
I'd offer you my roan but you know she died awhile back.
- Hm.
I wouldn't have asked anyhow.
- So, what?
Are you on some sort of a crusade?
- Something like that.
- Yeah (chuckles), the Lord sure do pick
him some strange warriors.
- I'm obliged to you for your help and conversation.
- Listen, soldier boy,
before you get goin' now,
that trail (sighs),
it's the fastest way to Junctionville,
but it's full of highwaymen and Haints.
- Haints (chuckles)?
A little old to be believing in ghost stories.
- Oh now, you got that twisted again, son.
Advanced age has offered me the opportunity to see things
you ain't never gonna see,
things I don't understand and I couldn't explain 'em
if I had a hundred lifetimes.
Now, as a smart fella once said,
"There are strings of things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
- Very obliged again.
- Hold up, soldier boy.
I'm the curious sort.
You mind tellin' me what's got you on this mission of mercy?
- Would you believe keeping a roof over babies heads?
Or making a pretty face smile?
(bell tolling)
(sighs) Last but not least,
maybe keeping my vessel from burning.
(shot firing)
- All noble causes, son.
And in order of importance.
- Forever and always.
(old man chuckles)
- Son, nobody lives that long.
(light western music)
(urine splashing) (music continues)
- Ah.
- Well, well.
(woodsman grunting)
If Grey Cloud had moment capturer,
this would make one pretty picture.
(picture thuds)
- [Woodsman] You!
- Yes.
Grey Cloud.
- I'll be callin' you anything you like
if and you be gettin' me up out of this sink.
- You left Grey Cloud to die then.
Why should he help you now?
- Because you won't be gettin'
very far on that piece of jerky
you got caught in that trap back there all by yourself.
Now, come on.
- Where is government money you took from burial suit?
Give to Grey Cloud, and he will spare you.
- You got the wrong white man.
That's son of a bitch.
He caught up to me and he took it all back.
And the longer we're sitting here crackin' walnuts
with our asses, the further away he's gettin'.
(birds chirping)
(ladder thuds)
(Link panting) (light western music)
(music continues)
(fire crackling)
(Link gasps) (music continues)
(door closes)
- Sanchez, forgive me if I don't stand.
- We both had a ways to walk today.
- (chuckles) That we did.
(horse whinnying)
- That's what I owe you.
I would like a receipt or some form
of paper proof that my debt to you is done.
(train horn blaring) (train chugging)
(safe opens)
(hinges creaking)
(lid thuds)
(horse whinnying)
(door thuds)
- That old goat didn't have much left did he?
- Senor Greeves, please.
The paper.
- What's the matter, amigo?
Don't trust me?
- I don't like loose ends.
- Maybe you shoulda made sure he was dead then.
- I don't know too many men that could take
a spade to the head twice.
- For a man like Link Maddock,
I do not believe it's sufficient.
- You were there, too.
You could have been more thorough.
- That's what I hire you lot for, to not dirty my hands.
- [Townsperson] Sweet Jesus!
(townsfolk chattering) (horse whinnying)
- Adios, Senor Greeves.
- What's your hurry, Sanchez?
Not in a hurry to gamble what little you have left are ya?
Really should be more careful.
- What I have left is to buy a new horse and wagon.
- Leavin' town?
- Yeah.
I suggest you do, too.
- (chuckles) I can't leave.
(water splashing)
Not until I collect what Jennie owes me.
You know how females are (chuckles).
No sense of direction.
Probably got herself lost in that thicket somewhere.
- Well for your sake, Senor.
I hope she returns soon.
A storm is coming and I don't want
to be here when it arrives.
(spurs clinking)
(horse whinnying)
- [Deputy] Sheriff?
- Deputy.
- Why are we out here in this back water
huntin' down some man who killed
some other man who gave our family a bad name?
(horse whinnying)
- Hm, precisely because it would be worse
for the Sykes family name if we didn't pursue
the man who killed the man
who sullied our family name (coughing).
- I don't follow that.
- That's 'cause you ain't figure hard enough, Deputy.
(knives thudding)
You know what it takes to form a legacy.
- Children.
- Results (coughing).
The Sykes legacy like any other,
is dependent on results (coughing).
What pervasive law will we be look upon decades
of centuries from now if we neglected our duty,
and didn't pursue this Maddock
for pluggin' a blood relations graveyard debt.
- How does a blood feud secure a favorable legacy?
- The familial obligation is a peripheral part of the debt,
you don't confuse yourself.
Maddock is one for crimes against humanity in Coachees
or some such county.
We are on his trail because he is a fugitive
and we will bring him to justice
as is our occupational duty.
We will assert that will,
it wouldn't reflect well on the Syke family name
in years to come if we spit in the collective eyes
of our daddies and our daddy's daddies before (coughs).
- But we were the first lawmen in our family.
- Oh, that's another thing about legacy.
It requires a foundation.
(horse whinnying) (dogs barking)
(birds calling) (crickets chirping)
(henchwoman laughing)
(eerie music) (music box playing)
(laughing continues) (music continues)
- Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep.
(birds chirping)
(match strikes)
(pensive music)
- Easy, ya old fart.
You give yourself apoplexia if you strain too hard.
- Here you are, Jennie.
- Nice hardware.
(rifle cocks)
(coins clinking) (glass shattering)
- (laughs) Nice shootin', Jennie.
(Jennie laughs) (coins clinking)
- Unimpressed, Maddock?
- I expected more from Jasper Jennie.
(upbeat music) (patrons chattering)
(music continues)
(shots firing) (guns cocking)
(music continues)
- Woo!
Yeah, Jennie! - Go Jennie!
Faster.
Woo! Good job, Jennie!
Yeah! - Woo!
(music continues) (onlookers whooping)
(rifle cocks) (shots firing)
- So, you do know me?
- I've seen the flyers.
The Eagle-Eyed Jasper Jennie,
rifle maiden of the plains.
- Wonderful dead shot of the wing and run.
- Nothing but a bottle shooter.
No wonder Bill Cody ran you out of his show.
You are not worth a damn.
- You assume much, Maddock.
(pensive music)
(Annie gasping) (music continues)
(fist thuds) (music continues)
(Jennie sighs)
(music continues)
- No, no, no, no! (poker sizzling)
- No, no, no! (poker sizzling)
- Why else would such a talent
have to steal from someone like me?
- It was never about the money.
(pensive music)
When that Junctionville banker
came along offerin' up your bullion,
it was an opportunity I couldn't pass up.
- So, the same bank foreclosing on the orphanage
is run by the same man who hired you?
- Talkin' don't suit you much, Maddock.
You make no sense.
- You are not stealing from me.
You are stealing from orphans.
- I already told you it weren't about the money.
(thunder rumbling) (horse whinnying)
- [Posse Member] You must catch horses.
(henchwoman member groaning)
- Bastard's still alive!
(thunder rumbling) (pensive music)
Take off.
I'll see to it he gets a bullet.
(gun cocking)
(shot firing) (music continues)
(thunder rumbling)
(lid thuds) (music continues)
No, Sir.
It weren't about the money.
It was about you.
I just used your kilter as bait to lure you here.
I figure killin' you in an aboveboard dual
would do so good for my rep
that that asshole Bill Cody would have no choice
but to welcome me back into his Wild West show.
- A duel with my hands tied?
(Jennie chuckles)
- I've been waitin' for this all my life.
Finally throwin' down a real frontier friend.
Link Maddock and Jasper Jennie face to face.
Man to- (head thuds)
(Jennie screams)
(shots firing) (Jennie yelling)
Get that cock sucker!
(Jennie screaming indistinctly)
(shots firing)
(rifle cocks)
(shots firing)
(Jennie screaming indistinctly)
Link Maddock, I'm gonna kill you!
Fuck you!
(shots firing)
I'm gonna get that cock sucker!
That bitch!
(Jennie wailing) (shots firing)
(Jennie screaming indistinctly)
(shots firing)
Get that God damn bastard!
(shots firing)
(Jennie screaming indistinctly)
(Jennie wailing)
Kill that cock sucker!
- [Masked Henchwoman] Go on, get, get.
I got him, I got him!
(Jennie wailing)
(gun cocks)
(shot firing) (masked henchwoman grunts)
(birds chirping)
(anticipatory music)
(music continues)
- [Kids] Trick-or-treat?
(light music) (children chattering)
(Sheriff Sykes snoring)
(children chattering) (music continues)
(deputy snoring) (music continues)
(bird calling) (light music)
- [Sanchez] I need to move the table for Mr. Scott,
and then we'll leave.
- Welcome home, Pesos.
- Don't know what you mean, stranger.
- Funny, that.
- What is?
- Your resemblance.
- I guess I should have changed more than just my name.
- Maybe stop your thieving altogether.
- I gave that life up.
I'm leaving town.
I'm here to let my boss know.
He'll be back any minute.
- Somebody told Pesos,
said there was Mexican among the bunch.
I have been looking for.
Not many of those in Junctionville.
Just you.
- Maddock, whatever anyone told you, it's a lie.
- Okay, okay.
I was there.
(thunder rumbling)
(Sanchez speaking in Spanish)
It was blackmail.
That (speaking in Spanish) banker, Greeves,
he found out about my past
and said he would expose me
to the authorities if I didn't pay him.
I had no choice.
(rifle cocks)
(pensive music)
(music continues)
- (sighs) I am going to give you a last chance.
- Maddock, I can't.
- Hopefully you are equally good with your left.
- This is as good as killing me.
- I'll let you duel first, okay?
(soft music)
(anticipatory music)
(music continues)
- [Juanita] Papa!
Mama says to help you with the table.
- You've done enough work for today, Juanita.
Now go to your mother.
I'll be over soon.
If I had any of your money left, you could have it back.
I'm gonna turn around and get on that wagon
and you'll never see me again.
- Hey, amigo?
(Link speaking in Spanish)
- He keeps the money in a safe by the desk.
Please take care of yourself.
- You too. - And thank you.
I, we, owe our new lives to you.
- Don't mention it.
Ever again.
(light music playing)
(door opens)
(door closes)
(coins thudding)
Hm mm.
When you bury a man, you better bury him deep.
(coins thudding)
Toss it in with the rest.
Do it.
(gun cocks)
(pensive music)
(coins clinking)
(case thuds)
(music continues)
- Take it all.
Let me be.
- Not a chance.
We are off to make a donation
to Mother of our Redeemer.
Now, take the chest.
Do it.
Go, that way.
(children chattering) (light music playing)
(spurs clinking)
(music continues)
- God damn it.
(gun cocks)
- Trick-or-treat?
(shots firing) (candy clattering)
(children chattering) (music continues)
- Sister Marie, bring the foundlings in from the field.
Mr. Greeves here is about to put an end to the fundraising.
- Oh, please, Mr. Maddock, no guns in here, please.
- I don't think the Lord will take offense
because this is a very dangerous criminal.
(coins clinking)
- I, uh...
I...
(Sister Marie sighs)
I insist.
(pensive music)
- That's my gun.
- Yes.
I never sold it and there were never
any orphans either you dumb peckerhead.
Now listen, you like the candy, right?
There's candy if you look real sad.
You have to look real sad for me, all right?
- And that horse shit story
was all it took to lead us right to your holdings.
- Now, drop it.
Now.
(pensive music)
Kick it over.
(trunk slides)
(shot firing)
- [Greeves] We did it, Candace.
Pack your bags for Paris.
- What?
Where's the rest of it, Henry?
- In the forest somewhere with that wanton tribe aid
and her gang of inverts.
We don't need their share.
- We don't need their share?
- No, we don't need their share.
We got all - What are you talkin' about?
- the money we need.
We got all the money- - Who did you tell?
- Look, Candace, you got to believe me.
I don't know how he found out.
- Oh, you stupid idiot.
I knew this was your dumb idea from the very start,
and I knew it'd fail.
(fire crackling) (pensive music)
(music continues)
(bell tolls) (fire crackling)
I knew this was a stupid idea
from the minute it left your mouth.
- It worked, didn't it?
- It did.
Maybe it has more to do with this getup
than it does with you and your stupid idea!
Just the same, I'm glad to be rid of it.
(bell tolling) (music continues)
Now, that thing was hotter than a son of a bitch.
(sighs) Now, it's time for you to go.
- Is this a joke?
- Why would I waste a joke on you, you humorless oaf?
- You God damned trollop!
- Oh, don't take the Lord's name in vain, deary.
- Candace.
(stammering) Paris!
- (stammering) "Paris."
Please!
I've had better from both of my uncles.
Now, you need to get out and...
(gun cocks)
- As a God fearin' man myself,
I hate to be shootin' holes in a place of worship.
But my heathen associate over there has no such qualms,
so you best be handin' us that money
and we'll keep everything all civil like.
- You all put your (coughs)...
You all put your hands (coughing)...
(anticipatory music)
- You all are under arrest.
Reach for the ceiling,
and face the wall.
(Sheriff Sykes coughing) (music continues)
- Hey, Mister?
(gun cocks)
(shot firing) (deputy groans)
(bell tolling)
(guns cocking) (shots firing)
(music continues)
(shots firing)
(Sheriff coughs)
(music continues) (shots firing)
(music fades)
(anticipatory music)
(shots firing) (Greeves groaning)
(shots firing) (music continues)
(shots firing)
(Greeves wailing)
(shots firing) (music continues)
(shots firing)
(man groans)
(music continues) (shots firing)
(hooves clomping)
(Greeves wailing) (shots firing)
(horse whinnying)
(Greeves wailing) (shots firing)
- Matilda, the gringo needs my help.
We wouldn't have this opportunity without him.
(Sanchez speaking in Spanish)
(anticipatory music)
(shots firing)
- [Child] Look over there!
They're shootin'.
Look over there, they're shootin'.
(shots firing) (music continues)
(man grunts)
- [Child] They're shootin' it out.
- Wow, look over there.
(shots firing) (music continues)
(shots firing)
(Greeves wailing) (shots firing)
(music continues) (shots firing)
(music fades)
(wailing continues) (shots firing)
(guns clicking)
- Damn it!
(shots firing) (man groans)
(gun cocks)
(shots firing)
(gun cocks)
- This ought to do the trick.
(Greeves wailing)
(shots firing) (guns cocking)
(wood clattering)
(gun clicking)
(anticipatory music)
(spurs clinking) (shots firing)
(guns cocking)
(music continues) (shots firing)
(Greeves groaning)
(shots firing) (music continues)
(shots firing)
(Greeves wailing)
(music continues) (shots firing)
(woodsman groans)
- I'm all right.
(shots firing) Oh!
No, I'm not.
(Greeves wailing) (wind whistling)
(shots firing) (dramatic music)
- Did I get the son of a bitch?
- A little to the left, Jennie.
(music continues) (shots firing)
- I don't need your God damn assistance.
(Greeves wailing) (shots firing)
(music continues) (shots firing)
Help me, God damn it!
(shots firing) (music continues)
(Greeves groaning)
(music continues) (shots firing)
(rifle clicks)
(rifle cocks)
(shots firing) (music continues)
(shots firing)
(Greeves groaning)
(shots firing) (music continues)
(Greeves groaning) (music continues)
(henchwoman grunts)
- Was that him?
Did I get him?
(shots firing)
Did I get him?
- He's right there in front of you, Jennie.
Right down on the ground.
You can't miss.
(shots firing)
(both screaming)
- Oh my God.
This is gonna hurt a bit, honey.
(shots firing) (henchwoman wails)
Sorry, honey.
(shots firing) (Jennie groans)
- I have no gun!
I have no gun!
(shots firing)
(Grey Cloud groans)
I have no gun!
I have no- (shots firing)
(gentle music)
(music continues)
(gun cocks)
(gun clicks)
(coins clinking) (Candace gasping)
(gun cocks)
(gun clicks)
(shot firing) (music continues)
(wind whistling) (music continues)
(Candace spluttering)
(music continues)
- Gracias, amigo.
(indistinct)
(Candace choking) (music continues)
- I thought I killed you, son of a bitch.
(Candace gasping) (music continues)
Go to hell.
- You got that right.
(shot firing) (anticipatory music)
(light western music)
(music continues)
(children clamoring)
(music continues)
- You're Link Maddock, ain't ya?
- Hm, I think you are.
- (chuckles) I've read all about you in them books
the kids pass around school when the marm ain't lookin'.
- Hm.
- I'm thinkin' of takin' up man killin' myself.
Wanna grow up to be just like ya.
Hell of a fight today, from one of those books.
Folks will be talkin' about today forever and always.
- Boy, nobody lives that long.
♪ This woman who was just so fine ♪
♪ I held her and for her I pined ♪
♪ Well, I thought she was lady ♪
♪ Yeah (chuckles) ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
(intriguing music) (wind whistling)
(dynamic music)
(music continues)
(music fades)