[eagle screeching]
What's up there for you?
-Land claim. -[Cornelia] Where?
-[Eli] Nebraska. -Is that far?
Not as far as you wanna go.
[John] You know the greatest enemy to an Indian?
Our past.
We have to turn our back on it.
I got a knack for survival.
What's in her bags?
-Nothing worth dying for. -So hand them over.
[horse whines]
[gun cocks]
Oh, my God.
We have to get somewhere safe for the both of them.
[Eli] I get what you gotta do and why you gotta do it,
but I've been here before and I ain't going back.
I brought you something.
Thank you.
[horse whines]
[Sheriff] Mister Trafford.
[Thomas] That was a 13-week gestated Hereford cross.
A hundred more lying up there, all ripped out the same.
What kind of community you got going on up here, Sheriff?
-Billy Myers, remember him? -Uh-hmm.
Lonnie's brother. I hear he's up there.
Caine County or some such.
You might wanna look him up, tell him we finally got him.
We finally got Lonnie's killer.
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[woman screaming]
[gunshot]
[sighs]
[Billy] You hear that?
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[theme music playing]
[birds squawking]
[Red] How was it they allowed him in?
[Sheriff] For shooting his wife.
[Red] And then for killing himself.
We put everyone like that at a crossroads.
This is where the cemetery would be.
Well, it's a nice spot.
Better hope it doesn't fill up too quick.
No. No, those days are done.
[indistinct chatter]
[Sheriff] Mr. Myers. How can I help?
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[Martha] There's been a cattle break,
but I know where there'll be.
Where is he?
[sighs]
[Sherriff] It's fine, Mr. Myers.
Take your time.
Tim-Timothy Flynn, what, shot hisself?
-Uh-huh. -Who, uh-- who saw his body?
I did.
Were there, uh-- were there any marks?
[Sheriff] Marks?
Yeah. On him.
He put a barrel to his mouth, so...
What exactly is it you're looking for?
[sighs]
No marks on Timothy Flynn?
Only took him in down to his johns, closed casket and all.
To be honest with you, if wasn't for Mr. Melmont,
lucky they didn't go down in a couple of old gunny-sacks.
-Melmont? -Paid for the coffins.
She had cow pox.
Mrs. Flynn. On her hand.
[horse neighs]
[indistinct chatter]
[horse neighs]
[Martha] Come on. Hey.
Hey.
-[Jackson] Hey! -That's mine.
So is that! So is that!
You cut them up and give them back!
Relax. Cool down, ma'am.
-Mrs. Myers. -You got my cattle.
How's that?
-Look. -At what?
-That's my cut. -That?
-That's not a registered brand. -Those are my cattle.
Ma'am, all unbranded cattle found on the open range
become the property of the Stock Growers' Association.
And as you are not an Association member, this stock does not belong to you.
Don't go thinking, you're no gentleman.
Been here since '75.
Long since divested myself of that illusion.
Huh?
I'm not a gentleman.
That why you steal my cattle?
They were in the open.
I'm glad they done sliced up your cows.
-Well, that was a crime. -This is a crime.
It's a mistake of anyone to give the likes of Billy Myers
and Timothy Flynn the chance to start again.
And Flynn just went and blew his wife's head off,
so if I was you, I'd put a lock on my gun box.
Don't you go threatening me.
I'm not. Threat's already in your bed.
Is that like a Prussian thing? Are you asking me to dance?
-I'm Austrian. -Right.
So which one wears the pointy hats?
This is my country.
Those are my cattle.
Compliments on your riding.
[Thin] Help you there, ma'am?
Let her go, boys.
[horses whine]
[Thomas] Did you round them up deliberately?
Anything with Billy Myers' name on it is fair game by my book.
[sighs]
Where is he?
[sighs]
No, Ma. Please.
[sighs]
You're flat.
[Sheriff] Dear God.
I think we need a word with Billy Myers.
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[Jed panting]
Oh, my God.
[horse neighs]
Hey!
[dramatic music playing]
Haema-- say it again.
[Jenson] Haematozoa.
Haematozoa.
How do they get in?
Tick bite.
Cow gets bit, parasite gets into the blood, gets inside the cells,
multiplies, then they burst out, and the whole thing starts over.
Before long, you got a thousand head of dying cattle
just 'cause they got nipped by a creature no bigger than my pinky nail.
Oh. So you're looking for ways to treat it?
-Found one. -[Cornelia] Hmm.
You heard of a fella named Charles Darwin?
[chuckles] English like yourself.
-I have. -Nature, red in tooth and claw.
You know, I think that might actually be Alfred Tennyson.
It is a way to harness nature, ma'am, is what it is.
And that is what we intend to do with this.
Take the parasite, kill the parasite, put it back in the body.
That way, next time a live one comes along, body knows it already.
-Hmm. -Just goes right ahead and eats it all up.
And I am of the personal opinion that in short order,
all the ills of the world may be similarly treated,
whether it be a tick or an Indian.
An Indian? And how might that be?
-Acculturalization. -A, what?
What the body does to the parasite, society must do to the Indian.
-Kill him. -Absorb him.
How might you do that?
You wanna survive in a White man's world, you have to become one.
-Simple as that. -And that's science?
That, ma'am, is Tennyson.
So I noticed you're wearing a knife.
No, no, no. Please. I understand.
A stranger has joined your firesides.
Biology may indeed be our sole creator
but morality must remain our constant guide.
I wish you well with the delivery of those dear children
and praise you for your brave intent.
-[gunshot] -[groans]
[gunshot]
[baby crying]
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I know you're not shot.
I did not aim to shoot you.
Just him.
Because you went where you should not.
Don't bother to send anyone after.
The vultures in Kansas leave no trace.
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Where am I not to go?
[dramatic music playing]
It's all right.
[sighs]
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[chuckles] Oh.
Smaller pieces great for grinding.
Bigger in that one for the furnace.
Finest bone meal this side of Topeka.
Buffalo?
Was a time you could cross this whole yard
on nothing but tailbones.
Why not get the corn in first?
Huh?
No. That's last year's surplus.
Just leaving them to rot?
Way I heard it, you Pawnee...
it was the women did all the farm work.
You men just sat around horse-lifting.
Horses look good too.
-They do. -That how you make your money?
Because the way I heard it,
market's been dead for corn a year now
and buffalo don't need no explanation.
Don't go guessing at my business, son.
Don't go telling me who I should be.
Don't wanna argue with you.
You can be who you want...
so long as you pay your debt.
For a compass?
Fine one.
Fine enough to steer your lady friend right back into your heart, hmm?
I can see you wanna break some bones.
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Oh.
That wagon you came in by...
got someone take it at a price.
Not mine to sell.
Not yours to keep then either.
[chuckles]
So you don't mind if I do.
Fair's a share.
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[Evan] Ma.
[horse whines]
Hmm.
If there's any good come from having spat you two out of my pelvis,
it's getting up there on this fat-fuck.
So...
what've we got?
[tense music playing]
It will be fine, all right?
Uh-hmm.
[gun cocks]
[tense music playing]
[Black-Eyed Mog] 180 for the wagon.
300 for the horses.
20 for the harness.
Maybe 15 for the rifle, unless it's a '73.
Bits and pieces.
500, 550 tops.
I don't know, boys.
You wanna dip your wicks into something warm,
you go right ahead.
But personally, I'll save my snatch for something bigger.
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First, we thought it was a trap.
Yeah. Old Captain Clegg and his crew testing us.
See if we'd muscle his patch.
They're dead.
They all are.
Clegg been working that line for years.
Now, it's up for grabs. You interested?
What's the competition?
Black-Eyed Mog and her boys.
She ain't gonna work with you,
nor any your kind.
That's why we're looking to you.
Well, I ain't gonna stop her.
Shit no. She got poison punch through horsehide.
Yeah. And tit-fed her kids on the same.
Uh-hmm.
Well, we got someone else in mind.
-Take her out. -Who?
Same as stopped Clegg.
They working for you?
Will be.
Now, how'd you reckon it being a trap?
Just sitting there with this inside it.
Regular, it'd be at 300,
but got to keep back 50 for its contents.
-50? -Unless you wanna deal with it yourselves.
What you gonna do?
Trust me, boys, everything's got a price.
[dramatic music playing]
[tense music playing]
Go in the back, lie down, and don't move.
Lie down. Lie down. Don't move.
[tense music playing]
Go! Go!
[suspenseful music playing]
Hyah!
Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!
Hyah!
[man] Stop!
[suspenseful music playing]
[Cornelia] Come on!
Stop!
[dramatic music playing]
[horse neighs]
[man] Rachel!
Rachel!
[dramatic music playing]
[Herr Brubacher] Someone came to camp here,
told us of terrible happenings.
My son, he was going.
But here you come.
How did you know where to look at us?
To find you?
Uh, it was an Indian couple, farmers.
They said they'd met you.
Yeah. They say they will look for them.
-Look out for them. -Nein, nein.
Look for them.
Where exactly, for help.
[speaks German]
Too late.
If not for you and your friend.
Thank you.
[speaks German]
So you don't eat with us no more?
Stir your own pot.
I get it.
Heard you got yourself a tongue-lashing from John yesterday.
I paid it no mind.
He ain't used to having another man round the place, is all.
Weren't through lack of trying.
You a father?
Been.
Him too.
None made a year.
Christian?
American.
This here is our baby now.
That compass...
[chuckles] Oh, yeah.
Fancy bit of clockwork.
Worth a fence line or two.
That why he offered it?
My husband may not be much with a corn shucker, Mr. Whipp,
but he sure can cut a deal.
How'd you come by it?
Englishman.
Passing through.
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That happen a lot?
Yes, sir.
People cross oceans just to get to where we are now.
But they always come up a little short.
They will sell anything...
at any price just to get themselves a little bit further.
You're hucksters.
From people who only want to take what was already ours?
Then that's what we are.
Ain't farming though, is it?
Ain't it?
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[Herr Brubacher] Wheat seeds.
-[Cornelia] Thank you. -Russian,
red turkey.
-Best. -[Cornelia] Erm,
I'm not looking to start a farm.
No, no, no. Please. Please. Erm, life.
Erm,
the man who saved her,
erm, he's Pawnee, yes?
-Indian? -Yes.
The land that you want,
erm, it was his already.
We are-- we are taking it.
Erm...
stealing.
Stealing it.
Nein.
This land is...
[speaks German]
Father's?
God's?
[Herr Brubacher] Ja.
[speaks German]
I don't-- I don't--
[Frau Brubacher] This land is not ours.
It is His and His alone.
[Herr Brubacher] [speaks German]
[Frau Brubacher] And His will be done.
If He did not want us to have this land,
He would not have delivered us here.
Thank you.
[speaks German]
For who?
For her horse.
Ah, yes. They had horses on that farm.
[speaks German]
She says it was her horse on the farm.
Did you see it? With white socks on its front feet?
It was taken from the wagon by the bad men...
the farmers.
[mid-tempo music playing]
I need a, erm...
saddle.
Saddle.
[singer] ♪ If I was where would I be ♪
♪ Then I'd be where I am now ♪
[horse neighs]
[singer] ♪ Here I am where I must be ♪
♪ Why would I where I cannot? ♪
♪ To the hills, I travel ♪
♪ Through the boggy mine ♪
♪ Straight away down that hole ♪
♪ To my heart's desire ♪
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You welching on your debt there?
Reckon you've set the price too high.
Still gonna hold you to it.
No, you're not.
[John] What you seen?
Not my business.
You packing her stuff too?
Tracking's my job, best get back to it.
-She owes me a wagon. -Buys my silence.
So you have seen something.
[Eli] Found it in the German wagon.
Hell.
Yeah, I don't make the mess.
I just get paid to clean it up, is all.
Bushwhackers?
Well, I don't care to inquire.
Except you do.
You tell them everything that comes through here,
us, them German folk,
and then you get a cut of whatever it is they bring back.
Unless it's bodies.
Comes to grinding up bodies, I'm just guessing that's a flat fee.
They're stealing our land.
Stolen.
-So what do you care? -Don't.
Claim's yours. You gotta keep it whichever way you can.
Ain't by corn,
"mother", or no sorghum neither.
I tried them all.
Topsoil's dead.
Bedrock's too deep.
Nothing gonna grow here, ever.
That's why they gave it to you.
This way, I get to give it back.
Kind of like a parasite though, ain't it?
Sucking till you pop.
Says a man who got his coin from the US Army.
-Weren't like this. -No.
'Cause the only people we strip down are White.
Not what I'm looking for.
Yeah, well, see?
There you go.
'Cause I got someone looking for you...
real hard.
-Who? -Seems to reckon...
you had saw something during your soldiering days.
Something no one else was allowed to.
[gun cocks]
I ain't gonna shoot you.
Can't risk damaging the goods.
[dramatic music playing]
[singer] ♪ If I was where I would be ♪
♪ Then I'd be where I am now ♪
♪ Here I am where I must be ♪
♪ Why would I where I cannot? ♪
[panting]
[grunts]
Where is he?
-Gone. -Where?
Too much to ask for a hand?
[sighs]
With that amount of cash, your guess is as good as mine.
[sighs]
But how you thought to leave that much cash with him,
I cannot imagine.
Or maybe I can.
Either ways, it's him you should be pointing that thing at
like we tried to do before he lit off with it all.
Whose was it anyway?
Mine.
No sense riding around with that amount of cash less it's stolen.
It wasn't.
Well, it is now.
My point proven.
Who's that for?
-Family dog. -It's deep for a dog.
Well, I place no curb on my maternal affection.
A sentiment I believe you share.
You lost a child, ain't you?
It's a look in the eye.
I've felt it so many times in my own.
[sighs]
Them's mine.
All of them.
Long since buried.
But you...
Oh, you're still raw, ain't you?
[sighs]
I know.
Your mind's a whirlwind.
Still got me a mind as tattered as that dress you sport.
Come now, dear.
Killing and thieving,
you ain't got the stomach for this, do you?
Lady like you?
That's it.
Shh.
There you go.
That's it.
[grunts]
[groans]
Well, hell.
Shived by a cracker.
Eli!
[pants]
[gasps]
It's a shock...
to see the exact value of a man's life
laid out on a table.
Saw his horse in the corral.
Wouldn't have left without it,
or them, or me, I'd hazard.
So where is he?
-Who'd you sell him up to? -Didn't.
-Okay. -[gun cocks]
So seeing as we're weighing up values here,
how much for you?
-Take it. -[Cornelia] Take it?
You don't think you're worth a bit more?
I mean, you did say that Eli was just a backward-looking Pawnee,
do you remember?
So a bit more, I think.
Is that it?
That's your lot?
Every single cent?
Ah.
That's it.
Maybe you don't value yourself enough.
I already found gold under your mattress.
That's everything.
I swear.
Okay. Thank you.
Now what about your wife?
How are you going to pay for her
now that you've given up everything just to save yourself, I'd think.
Think carefully.
Because if you haven't already given me everything,
well, then you haven't even saved yourself. [chuckles]
[groans]
Do you know the first time out here I tried this?
This. And I gotta be honest,
I just-- oh, I ended up flat on my face.
But then, I don't know, I don't know, six hours later,
the man who did it,
he ended up flat on his face.
And he had a knife sticking out right here.
There's just something about this country.
And you know your wife's is right here.
Nasty wound.
She won't last long, so don't you dilly-dally.
What do you want?
What I just asked you,
except this time you're going to give me everything
because that is how much my friend is worth.
So where is he?
[Kills on Water] My name's Kills on Water.
You don't know me...
but I've been looking for you.
Long time.
You want this back?
Tell me everything you know...
about the massacre at Chalk River.
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