[Rec Entertainment theme music]
[man speaking in Lakota]
["All Native Flutes" by Gareth Laffely]
[Jeremiah coughing]
[Earl] [inaudible].
[Jeremiah coughing]
Oh, god.
-[Earl] Just keep moving. -[Jeremiah] Oh, my god.
Do you see it?
[Earl] Just keep moving!
[Jeremiah breathing hard]
Oh, god.
[Earl] Shut your mouth.
[Jeremiah] [cries] No. Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god.
[blood oozes]
-[Earl exhales] -[Jeremiah cries]
[Earl] I ain't lettin' you slow me down.
-[Jeremiah] Ah! -[Earl] Quiet, Jeremiah!
[Jeremiah] Oh, you son of a bitch.
Unbind--unbind me!
Son of a bitch.
-[Earl] Sorry, partner. -[Jeremiah] Earl!
No, fuck! No! No!
No, god, please. Earl!
Don't leave me, you son of a bitch!
[Earl panting]
-[Jeremiah screaming] -[Earl gasps] Shit!
[panting]
[groaning]
[panting]
[Wendigo growls]
[Earl] Shit!
Ugh! -[intense music]
[pants]
[Wendigo's distant roar]
[Earl gasps]
[grunting]
[Wendigo growls]
[Earl] Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
[Wendigo growling]
[suspenseful music]
[light breeze]
[wind howling]
[Wendigo growling]
[Earl] Holy shit!
[cabin door opens then closes]
-[Wendigo growling] -[Earl] Shit!
Go! Get out of here!
Go away! Leave me alone!
[Wendigo shrieks]
[Earl] Oh, shit!
[Wendigo growling]
[Earl panting]
[clattering]
Oh--oh, shit!
[panting]
[Wendigo growls]
[Earl] Aaahh!!
[cabin creaking]
He-help!
[grunting]
[screaming in pain]
[intense music]
[piano notes playing]
[flute playing]
[dry leaves rustling]
[Wild West music]
[hammering metal]
[horse snorts]
[chicken clucking]
[sharpening knife]
-[speaking in Lakota]
-[speaking in foreign language]
[Tommy] Hey squaw!
What the hell you think you're doing in my town, huh?
You goddamn savage.
[Dowanhowee] Ah!
-There. Get your ass up here.
Your whole kind is filth! You hear me? Filth!
[grunting]
Morning, Sheriff.
Agh! -Tommy,
I'm getting real sick and tired of your bullshit. All right?
This has gotta stop, all right?
[Tommy grunts]
[Sheriff Clarke spits]
[speaks in Lakota]
-Everything all right, Sheriff?
-Tommy just bein' a burr in my boot again is all.
-Sheriff.
-Yeah.
Oh, they're just--
a pain in the ass like a mule, aren't they?
Just go put the kettle on, would ya?
Just give me a minute.
What can I do for you now, huh?
-Ho--horse.
Buy horse. -[laughs]
With rags like that, you're gonna buy a horse, huh?
I don't think so.
-Horse.
-Goddammit.
[footsteps]
[kettle whistling]
[footsteps]
[horses neighing]
[Dutch] Goddamn shithole.
[Nacoma neighs]
-Jesus Christ! What the hell's going on today?
[Henri] At least it's quiet, patron .
[Dowanhowee] Nacoma.
-You boys best keep them weapons holstered.
-Awful nice day, Sheriff.
[Lester laughs]
Pudgy prick.
[laughing]
[horse neighing]
[Dutch grunts]
-I'm gonna go find the nearest hole.
[horse hooves clopping]
[piano music playing]
-Nice place you got here.
-What'll it be?
-Whiskey.
-[footsteps] -[piano music playing]
[lively chattering]
[Oryen chuckles]
-Hey, slick.
Come here.
What do you call a white man strung up by a group of Indians?
-I don't know.
-A bartender.
[laughter]
-You Pickerton?
-Gentlemen, forgive my rudeness,
but this game is coming to a close.
Hopefully your trip wasn't too cumbersome, Mr. Wilder.
-My name is Dutch.
Sorry, miss. You have to find another lap to sit on.
This is a man's conversation here.
[Dutch groans]
[Sally] I hope I'm speaking to one,
'cause the man I hired went maverick
and flopped a simple situation tits up.
-You're Pickerton?
-Sally Pickerton. This here is Wallace Price,
my escort in these lawless lands
when business beckons.
-Poker?
-I don't ride all this way to play no damn cards.
-Mr. Price, would you be so kind
to get Mr. Wilder and I a drink?
[chair creaks]
[Edward whistling]
[urinating]
-[Dowanhowee gasps softly] -[stabs with arrow]
[Edward choking]
[grunting]
[Dowanhowee groaning]
[Edward screams]
[grunts and groans]
[Dowanhowee stabbing]
[Edward grunting in pain]
[Dowanhowee panting]
-When I hired you, Dutch, you stated that you could
perform a quiet and clean robbery.
-Well, if someone shoots at me, I shoot back.
Where's my money?
-Do you have my parcel?
[envelope rustles]
[stabs envelope]
-I'm gonna ask you again.
Where's my money?
-The payment is in order once I know what you have
is what I hired you to retrieve.
[lively chattering in background]
[Nacoma galloping]
[lively chattering]
-Seems to be in order.
Since you showed me your hand, I'll show you mine.
[envelope rustles]
-What the hell is that?
-Your payment.
A telegram.
[bottle thuds]
[whiskey bloops]
[glass thuds]
-Ah.
[guns cocking]
-[Lester laughing]
-I'll give the both of you.
five seconds to give me my money.
-You pull that trigger
and hell's fire will rain on you.
-Wouldn't be my worst day.
One.
-Hear us out, Mr. Wilder.
-Two.
Three.
-You like gold, Dutch?
-Four.
-We know where enough of it is to make you a rich man.
-Five.
[gold nuggets clatter]
[gun clicks]
[guns clicking]
-Next time I see you,
I'll take your balls out and eat 'em.
-You have no idea what hell awaits you, boy.
-[laughs] Yeah, right.
[Sally] A few months ago, I heard rumors
that the wolves out East were planning to hire prospectors
to mine deep for gold
within Indian Territory.
One simply cannot believe in rumors alone,
so I did a little sniffing around
and with luck, I stumbled across this telegram.
Along with it, we intercepted their Indian scout
who was hired to escort them
through an area called the Black Woods.
an uncharted forest somewhere beyond the prairie wasteland,
and this is what they found so far.
-Those flakes. they ain't worth shit.
-If you make sure those prospectors
don't make it back East,
I'll let you take out as much gold as you can carry.
-I ain't no damn miner.
[Wallace] By now, those prospectors
have probably found enough deposits
leading them to a vein.
We can sweep on in and take it from them.
If not, I'm there to find it.
-Sound rosy?
-All right, let me get this straight.
You want me to kill a couple of miners for you.
And then you want me to go dig for my own payment
in a place that no one knows how to get to.
-Not only did we retrieve that pouch of gold
but we, uh, convinced their scout.
to give us directions.
-You know how to kill people.
And I know how to find shiny things.
-Is that a fact?
-That much gold can set a man for life.
Help him disappear.
You don't want to be fetching envelopes forever, do you?
-Hi, handsome.
-Ain't you just a rose in the desert.
-Oryen, go see where Edward ran off to.
-Oh.
-Man.
-Buy a girl a drink?
-What's your name?
-Wendy.
-I'll meet you upstairs.
[Wendy blows a kiss]
-Two Feathers, you got seconds.
-You'll find what you're looking for,
and once you do, we'll all be rich and free.
One more thing:
There are many legends about the Black Wood.
So, as you travel forth from here, please take caution.
Let's hope those stories I've heard are not all true.
We must be going.
-Miss Pickerton, if you cross me,
I'll find you and tie a rope around your neck.
I'll drag you behind my horse till there ain't nothing left.
You see, I don't care that you're a woman.
-Keep in mind,
if Mr. Price doesn't return to me within a month,
I'll have every lawman hunting you down
ready to hang you and your men.
You are right, Mr. Wilder.
I am a woman.
a woman you don't want to fuck with.
Happy hunting.
Get yourself a bottle of whiskey.
It's on me.
-Nice chattin' with you.
We head out in the morning.
Let's go, boys.
[♪♪♪]
[Dutch] Lester.
[distant horse neighing]
[Dutch grunts]
[Lester] What the hell was that all about, Dutch?
-Lester, how much money we got?
-It's packed in Edward's saddlebag. Why?
-All right. We're gonna get supplies in the morning.
We're gonna head out.
-Where in the hell we going? What about the money?
-Lester, just be ready, all right?
-[running footsteps] -[door opens]
-Dutch! It's Edward.
[Nacoma galloping] [Wild West music]
[flute playing]
[Nacoma snorting]
[mellow music]
[money rustling]
[flames crackling]
[ominous music]
[Angeni] [voice-over] Ina.
[eerie music]
-Angeni.
Angeni.
[gunshot]
[shivering]
Angeni.
[sobbing]
Angeni.
[whimsical music]
[horses galloping]
-[whip cracks] -[horse neighing]
[Nacoma neighing]
[hissing]
[horses galloping]
[Angeni] [voice-over] Ina.
-[horses galloping] -Aha-ha-ha.
[horses galloping]
[Nacoma neighing]
-Ugh. Hiya.
[horses galloping]
[Nacoma neighing]
-Seems they stayed warm last night.
-He's not too far ahead.
-The longer we dawdle,
the faster someone else makes a claim.
-How many are there?
-He's a loner.
-Which way did he go?!
-Tracks lead north.
-No sign of that saddlebag either.
-We ain't got time to chase a damn horse thief.
-I heard enough out of you.
-[horse neighing] -[Wallace grunts]
-[Lester laughs] -[Wallace grunting]
[choking and coughing]
-This ain't about the damn horses.
That son of a bitch killed one of my men
and took off with my money.
You do as I tell.
You're in my world now, jackwagon.
[Wallace groans, then coughs]
-Get on your damn horse.
Mount up!
-Oryen, let's go!
-Yeah. Coming!
[horse neighs]
-Wah! Oh! Shit!
Ooh! Goddamn horse!
I'll string your ass up!
[Nacoma neighing]
[soft music]
[music turns ominous]
[soft music]
[spits] Mm, gotcha!
[Nacoma neighs]
There he is.
[Dutch] Two Feathers, give me a rifle.
[Nacoma snorting]
[tense music]
[rifle cocks]
-No way you make that shot.
-Oh, I'll take that bet.
[tense music]
[soft music]
[Nacoma snorts and neighs]
[gun fires]
[Dowanhowee grunts] Ah!
[Lester] Winged him.
[Nacoma neighing]
-Nacoma!!
[Dutch] Let's go huntin'.
[Lester] Whoo! Whoo-hoo!
-Let's go, boys.
-First we find my money, and then we dig your gold.
Split up!
-Get your ass movin', boys!
[soft music]
[Dowanhowee huffs]
-Ina.
-Angeni.
[intense music]
[Dowanhowee panting]
[horses galloping]
[panting]
[Dutch] We're coming for you, son of a bitch!
[horses neighing]
[Lester] Whoo! Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Whoo!
[Dowanhowee panting]
[Lester] Whoo!
[horses neighing]
[Dowanhowee panting]
[Dutch] Where did that son of a bitch go?
[Dowanhowee panting]
[Lester] There he is, right there.
[gun cocks]
-[rapid gunshots] -[horse neighs]
Never take my goddamn shot!
[Oryen grunts]
[Henri] Great.
Looks like we're on foot now.
-Goddammit!
[suspenseful music]
-Oryen, get off your ass and get up there.
I want that bastard back breathing!
[Dowanhowee panting]
[Lester] He's down here!
[groaning]
[Dowanhowee panting heavily]
[water splashing]
[panting]
[grunts softly]
[Oryen groaning]
- Merde .
Over here.
-What you got there, Henri?
-Kick me around, huh?
-Hey!
Did you find him yet?
You up there?
Two Feathers?!
Oryen?!
What's going on?
-Well, what? Do we wait until the calvary returns?
-Lester?!
[Dutch groans]
-You wanna know the root of your problems?
-No.
-This fairy tale of being an outlaw
has poisoned your mind and you can't escape it.
-You don't know shit about me.
-I know all about you.
-[water gurgling] -[Dowanhowee groaning]
[distant horse neighs]
-I know what pains you, too.
Guilt.
[Dutch sighs and groans]
It's colored your senses.
What would your wife and child think
if they knew what you'd become?
-Will you-- [grunts]
[panting]
-Life's like a wild mare.
Always trying to buck us off.
-[Dutch grunting]
[groaning in pain]
Agh!
Egh!
-I want to know.
how you see your little fairy tale ending.
-[Dutch laughs]
I see my fairytale ending.
[gun cocks]
.without you.
[Wallace scoffs]
-I am the map to your salvation.
Yeah.
Remember that next time you pull a gun on me.
[birds squawking]
[soft music]
-[Henri grunts]
Did we lose him?
-Bastard can't be that fast.
We should be on top of him.
-This one is smart.
-What the hell?! We just came from there.
-I guess we're going back. Let's go!
-Ow!
[groans]
Ow.
-How the hell do you read this thing?
-Ah!
Oh.
Oh, god.
All right.
Shit.
[birds tweeting]
[wind whistling]
[horse neighing]
[horses continue neighing]
[horse continues neighing]
[tense music]
[wind whistling]
-Hello?
-[Dutch grunts]
[horse neighing]
[girl] Come with me, Papa.
[giggling]
[suspenseful music]
[horse snorting]
[wind whooshing loudly]
-Agh!
[grunts]
-Ya! I got him!
-[Dowanhowee stabs] -Ah!
Shit!
[grunting]
-[Wendigo snarling] -Yaaay!
[Wallace grunting]
[Dowanhowee panting]
[grunts] -Agh!
[groaning]
-[Dowanhowee grunts] -[Dutch grunts]
-[punch thrown] -[Dowanhowee grunts]
-[Wendigo growls] -[Wallace screaming]
-Wallace! -[continues screaming]
[gun cocks]
-Wallace?!
[Wallace groaning]
[ominous music]
[running footsteps]
-Tracks in water.
-Great!
-Find him yet?
-[guns cock] -Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, ay.
-That Edward's?
-Yeah. I, uh.
Yeah, I found it up there. -Huh?
-There ain't nothin' in there, all right?
He just--must have burned it all.
-Goddammit!
[suspenseful music]
-Wallace! Wallace?!
[Wallace choking]
-Wallace!
-Du--Dutch.
-Oh, no. Oh shit. Mother of Christ.
-[grunting] Get my horse.
-Quiet! Quiet!
-Dutch!
-What was it? What was it?
Tell me what you saw. What'd you see?
-The stories are real.
[horse neighing in terror]
-[Wendigo shrieks]
-Oh, shit!
Shit!
[horse neighing]
[suspenseful music]
[wind whistling]
[gun cocks]
[suspenseful music continues]
[Wendigo growling]
[snarling]
-[whispers] What the hell.
-[Wendigo growling]
-[softly] Wendigo.
[water running]
[distant gunshot]
-It's Dutch!
-[rapid gunfire] -[Wendigo snarling]
[breathing heavily]
-Agh.
-Ah!
-Nice shot, Two Feathers.
[Dowanhowee grunts]
-Agh. -[Dowanhowee grunting]
[groaning]
Ah! -This entire time,
we've been chasing and been outrun by a woman.
-Don't matter.
[Dowanhowee panting]
- This is for Edward, whore.
-[Dowanhowee screaming in pain] -It's okay.
I used to be a barber.
[laughs]
[loud gunshot]
-[Dowanhowee groaning] -Get off her.
[Dowanhowee panting]
-This bitch murdered Edward,
and I say she gets a little trail justice.
Goin' soft on featherheads?
-I said get off.
[Dowanhowee panting]
-[scoffs] You're the boss, Boss.
[spits]
Indians taste fucking sour, anyway.
No offense, Two Feathers.
-Eh.
[Dowanhowee panting]
-Is that-- is that Edward's saddlebag?
-Yeah.
There ain't nothin' in there.
She burnt it all.
-Damn it!
-Where's Wallace?
-He's dead.
-Dead?
[Dutch groans]
-Dead how?
-Some animal.
-Bear? No.
Wolf? -Why don't you and Oryen
go find out what's going on with our horses.
And keep your eyes open.
-What kind of animal?
-I don't know! Just go!
[Dowanhowee panting]
-Two Feathers, you bring her over here right now.
-[grunting] Ah!
[grunting]
[screams]
-Shit!
-That's Wallace's horse.
-It's all tore up. What the hell did that?
Well, where's Wallace's body?
-Sometimes animals.
[birds squawking]
.they drag off their kill.
Watch your back.
[Dowanhowee panting]
-What's her name?
-[in Lakota] What is your name?
-What the hell? Is she mute?
[Dowanhowee screaming in pain]
[Lester laughing]
-[speaking in Lakota] What is your name?
[Dowanhowee screaming in pain]
[in Lakota] What is your name?
-[speaking in Lakota]
-Name is Dowanhowee.
-Where's she from?
-[speaking in Lakota]
-Lakota.
-From the land.
-Could she be more specific, please?
[Henri] Patron!
-What are you doing back here with no horses?
-We found the tracks.
They're not far.
An arrowhead.
We found this.
Looks like a map.
-Shit.
City boy was holding out.
Never trust a man in fancy clothes.
-Whatever killed the man in the fancy clothes
took his remains as well.
Dragged him off.
Exactly what the hell did you see out there, Dutch?
[tense music]
-Two Feathers,
what do you know about this forest?
-Elders would tell us stories of the cursed Black Wood.
Home to the devil.
But those are just stories.
-You--you've never been here before?
-No.
-I bet she has.
-What the hell are you talking about?
-I just think it's strange
that she knew exactly how to get to this forest.
It's either a coincidence or she lyin'.
Here. Look at that.
You see that? What are those little markings there?
Look at it!
You know this forest?
-[groans]
-[speaking in Lakota] -[Dowanhowee speaking in Lakota]
-She can take us there.
-So that's it?
We just going to let this dirt worshiper live
after she killed Edward?
-She can help us find the gold.
-That's what it's all about to you, huh?
[spits]
Money?
-Yeah.
-Gold or not, we're not alone.
There's something out there.
-All right, now look.
We have a job to do here, all right?
No damn animal is gonna stop us.
You got that?
So, if you see it, shoot it. Kill it.
We're gonna track the horses, find the prospectors,
get the gold, and get the hell out of Dodge.
Anybody got a problem with that?
How about you, Henri?
You got a problem with that?
Good.
You and Two Feathers, go track them horses.
Find the tracks. Oryen, tie her up.
You're in charge of her now.
[Dowanhowee panting]
-What about the arrow in her leg?
-Leave it in.
For Edward.
-All right.
Come on.
-Horses run this way.
Other tracks go that way.
-What the hell made those tracks?
-We go this way.
[♪♪♪]
[money thuds]
-You fucking yella bellied son of a bitch.
-[gunshot] -[Oryen grunts]
[Dowanhowee] Ah!
-No! Lester!
[Dowanhowee breathing heavily]
-Agh! You gut shot me, Lester.
Shit!
[breathing rapidly]
-It's all about the money, right?
[Oryen groans]
-Yeah. Yeah.
-No, Dutch.
I-I was gonna--I was gonna give it back to you.
I swear I was.
-Let's move out.
[Dowanhowee grunts]
-I'm gonna be all right.
[gun cocks]
Henri.
Henri!
-Your tale's done for, kid.
-No, Dutch. No--no.
Dutch! -[loud gunshot]
[soft music]
[somber music]
[Dutch panting]
[♪♪♪]
[panting]
[♪♪♪]
Goddammit!
[coughs]
[Lester] How far can these damn horses go?
-If you're scared, you run.
-[scoffs] I usually just shit myself
and then shoot whatever scared me.
[Dowanhowee speaking in Lakota]
-Two Feathers.
what's she saying?
-Leg hurts.
-[scoffs] Good. Let her suffer.
[spits]
-I will not help you, little one.
One cannot talk if their tongue is cut out.
[spits]
-Damn Chief, what did you say to her?
[Dutch] Two Feathers!
Hey, Two Feathers!
Make camp.
[panting]
I'm beat.
[harmonica playing]
-I know a whore named Wendy.
[all laugh]
[Dowanhowee groans]
-You--you've never been with anyone named Wendy.
-Yeah, I did, Henri.
All the Wendys and the Marys. -Ow, ow, ow.
-No Janes. -Lester, you shut up.
-[laughs] And one Bess.
[laughing]
[Henri laughing]
[harmonica starts playing]
-Ow, god!
Goddammit! Aw!
[Dowanhowee breathes deeply]
-Thank you.
[Dowanhowee grunting]
-Whoo! Goddamn!
[Dowanhowee grunting]
Oh, my god.
-Looks like she popped a cork.
[Dowanhowee sighs deeply]
[crickets chirping]
-Why don't you ask her why she killed Edward?
-[speaking in Lakota]
-[Dowanhowee speaking in Lakota]
-He stole her horse.
-I guess we know where Eddy got his new horse.
[Dowanhowee screaming in pain]
[sniffles]
[grunting]
-She will live.
[Wendigo growls and roars]
-Wendigo.
[Lester scoffs]
Shit.
Another Wendy, huh?
[Two Feathers] Wendigo.
tortured spirit.
The old one said he stood twice as tall
as any man.
with the claws of a cougar, teeth of a wolf,
and strength of a bear.
-[Lester scoffs]
Bear.
[laughs]
-Stay close to fire, you'll be fine.
[harmonica starts playing]
-Shit.
The Wendigo might hear this thing, huh?
[somber music]
-Dutch, that's my horse.
-How the hell did that get up there?
-What the hell kind of animal did this?
-No animal. A man.
-A man?
-How do you know?
-Tracks in blood have five toes.
Like a man.
-How many sets of toes do you see?
-One.
[wind whistling]
-Do you think it's one of those prospectors
fucking with us?
-There's no way one man can carry a 2,000-pound horse
and put it on a tree like that.
-Shit, I don't know.
Probably caught wind of us coming out here.
Started killing off our horses
so we'd give up looking for them.
-Dutch, we need to leave here now.
-Shit, Henri, it's just a goddamn bear!
We'll trap it, kill it.
-No bear in these woods.
-All right, just calm down.
Everybody calm down.
-I'm very fucking calm,
but we have a dead horse up in the tree.
-Jesus, Henri.
If we would of known you'd of been nut-less,
we would have left you at the whorehouse.
With Wendy! -All right.
-You can't even count, okay!
-Grow a pair! -Primate.
-Fuck you-- -Would you knock it off, now!
Now, look, we ain't going anywhere
till we find the prospectors and we find the gold.
Whoever's doing this seems to be one foot ahead of us.
Once it's one foot ahead of us, we one foot behind,
everything's gonna be fine.
Two Feathers, ask her which way to go.
-[speaking in Lakota]
-Through the trees.
-All right. Through the trees.
Now, let's nut the fuck up!
Now since we got one set of tracks,
that means we got one against five.
-You mean four.
-No, I mean five.
-What the hell are you doing?
-She's in the lead from now on.
Tell her, Two Feathers,
if she tries to run, I'll shoot her myself.
-[speaking in Lakota]
[soft music]
[footsteps]
[tense music]
-What the fuck is that?
-Bet it's one of the prospectors.
-And they tied him up as well.
-Poor bastard.
-Let's move out. Go on.
[birds squawking]
[wind whistling]
Go.
Go on now.
[girl] Papa? I miss you.
[intense music]
-[Dutch gasps]
[gasps for air]
[♪♪♪]
[fireworks in distance]
[singing]
[♪♪♪]
[wind whistling]
[bird squawking]
-What's she saying, Two Feathers?
-These rocks are known as the Seven Warriors.
-What do they mean?
-Long ago.
eight warriors sought out the devil
within these woods to protect their village
from enemies.
In return, the devil wanted their souls as a trade,
but he tricked them.
He devoured the strength of the seven warriors
and gave it to one,
transforming him into a creature,
a creature no man could kill.
The other seven warriors were turned into stone.
Together they created a wall.
A wall that separated the spirit world from the rest.
-Fairy tales.
That way.
Keep your wits about you, will ya?
[wind whistling]
[grunts]
[suspenseful music]
-Fuck this.
-If you're gonna run, I'll shoot your ass.
-You're not shootin' anyone.
-Then why don't you go first, Henri?
-All right, we'll go.
Go on. Go.
Two of you like a couple of children.
-She said good luck.
-I'll let you know when we get to the other side.
Go on.
Go on now.
Go on.
[grunts]
[♪♪♪]
[grunting]
[Wendigo chomping]
[intense music]
[Dowanhowee panting]
-Shit.
Hey, come here.
Help me. Here. Help me.
Pull my hand. I'm stuck.
Ah!
[Dowanhowee grunts]
[Angeni] [voice-over] Ina.
Ina. Ina.
[Dowanhowee speaking in Lakota]
[Angeni] Nacoma! Nacoma!!
[horses galloping]
-[villagers screaming] -[rapid gunshots]
[gun cocks]
[loud gunshot]
-Angeni!
Angeni!
-[loud gunshot] -[Dowanhowee grunts]
[emotional music]
[sobbing]
[eerie music]
[Angeni] Ina.
[Dowanhowee gasps]
[instrument playing]
-Hey, you okay?
[distant owl hooting]
[crickets chirping]
It's okay.
This is my wife's.
Watch. Watch.
[Dowanhowee groans]
-It's all right. I know it's gonna sting.
It's all right.
My wife, she's, uh.
she's, uh.
I can't imagine what she'd think of me right now.
-[Dowanhowee groaning] -Hey, hey, hey.
Sshh.
It's okay.
You know, maybe we both gonna see our families soon.
That'd be happy, wouldn't it? Huh?
Fairy tale ending.
You're gonna be okay.
Ah.
-Here you go, Lester.
Go on now. -Thanks.
-Why do you think they
left a prospector-- -[Dutch] Agh!
-hung up in the tree like that?
-Probably bait for that Wenshigo thing.
-Wendigo.
-So, then what happened?
Did the warrior turn into the Wendigo?
-When the warrior returned home,
he found his village under attack.
-Great.
Here we go with the ghost stories again.
It's a bear, I tell ya.
-Lester, I swear to Christ, I'm going to shoot you.
Shut your yap.
-It's a bear, I tell ya.
-One who does not listen does not learn.
-Go on.
-He ripped the enemy apart,
staining the soil with blood.
He ate the bodies, leaving but bones.
The warrior tried to return to his family,
but they were scared. scared of what he had become.
His own people, that he saved,
now banished him from his home.
never to return.
The warrior ate the people of his village out of revenge.
They became known as the Lost Tribe.
Those who survived escaped to the prairie.
never to return.
except for one.
Her.
[♪♪♪♪]
She wears the marking of the Lost Tribe on her arm.
Her blood runs through these woods.
-So, after that, what happened to the warrior?
-Some believe he continues to roam these woods
in search of the devil,
and the souls of the seven stone warriors.
The curse of the Wendigo is strong.
[owl hooting in distance]
-Go to sleep.
[grunts]
If you can.
[Lester gulps]
[♪♪♪]
[eerie music]
[shivering in fear]
[Wendigo chomping]
[coughs blood]
[Wendigo growls]
[panting in fear]
[Wendigo growls]
-[rapid gunshot] -[Wendigo grunts]
-[rapid gunfire]
-Jesus, what the fuck was that?
-I told you it wasn't a bear.
-It'll be back.
We end this now.
[suspenseful music]
[panting]
-Ga! Ga! -Hey, hey, hey.
Shut up. Shut up.
-Where the hell is it?
[intense music]
You see anything, Dutch?
-[whispers] Shh. Quiet.
[birds tweeting]
[suspenseful music]
-[Dowanhowee panting] -[wind whistling]
[suspenseful music]
[Wendigo growls]
-Lester?
[grunting]
[blood squirting]
[Wendigo snarling]
-You motherfucker!
[rapid gunshots]
[all shouting]
Get here, you son of a bitch!
-Son of a fuckin' bitch!
[cabin creaks]
-Goddamn cocksucker!
[Dutch grunts]
[cork pops]
[gulping]
-Let's get this motherfucker!
[screams]
[Wendigo growls]
[Dowanhowee breathing rapidly]
[♪♪♪♪]
-Where are you?
[Wendigo snarls]
[Dowanhowee breathing rapidly]
[groaning]
-Aghhh!
[Dowanhowee groaning]
-Hey, asshole!
[Wendigo snarls]
-[rapid gunshots] -[Wendigo grunting]
-Whoo-hoo.
-Waa--aah!
-Dutch!
[gunshot]
Shit!
Whooo!
Whoo!
-[Wendigo growling] -[Lester screaming]
-[panting]
Aaaahhh!
[grunting]
[Wendigo growls]
[knife clanks]
[Lester] Come with me, you son of a bitch.
Aaah!
You motherfucker!
Aaahhh!
-[Lester laughing] -[Wendigo growling]
[intense music]
-Angeni.
-[gasps for air]
Lester.
[groans]
Lester!
Buddy!
Lester! Oh, my god.
Oh my fuckin'--oh, fuck!
-[mumbles] Dutch.
-Yeah. You all right, buddy?
-Wendy was the best I've ever had. [coughs]
-Say it again, buddy. I didn't hear you.
-Wendy was the best I've ever had.
[Lester coughs] -What?
[both laugh]
-You'll be okay. You'll be all right.
Lester? -[Lester's dying breath]
-[Dutch cries]
Fuck!
[intense music]
[Wendigo growls]
-You've pissed me off now.
You want Dutch Wilder? I'll give you Dutch Wilder!
I'm coming for you, you son of a bitch.
I can smell you, you cocksucker.
-[thuds] -[grunting]
[cloth rips]
[liquid pouring]
Yeah.
[Dutch groaning]
[Wendigo growls]
-Oh, yeah. Keep singing, bitch.
[Dowanhowee panting]
-[girl giggles]
Papa.
[giggles]
Come with me, Papa.
[giggling]
[panting]
[suspenseful music]
[singing]
-[Dowanhowee gasps deeply] -[Wendigo growls]
[Dowanhowee groaning]
[panting]
[intense music]
[panting]
[intense music]
[Dowanhowee breathing heavily]
[bow and quiver clatter]
-You looking for the devil?
Because you found us.
[shouts]
[Wendigo growls]
-Ah!
[grunting]
[Wendigo growling]
-I will fucking eat you!
[skin rips]
[shoots arrow]
[rapid gunshots]
[gun cocks]
[Wendigo growls]
[knife clanks]
[Wendigo growls]
[shoots arrow]
[punches thrown]
[Dutch grunts]
[Wendigo grunts]
[Dowanhowee groaning]
[grunts]
[screams]
-[slits throat] -[Wendigo grunts]
[Dowanhowee breathing heavily]
-Kill that fuckin' thing.
[Dowanhowee screams]
[Wendigo growls painfully]
[panting]
[Wendigo coughing]
[laughs]
[panting heavily]
[grunts]
[panting]
[uplifting music]
[soft music]
[breathes deeply]
[groaning]
Agh!
[bird squawking]
You remind me of my daughter.
She wasn't no Indian.
But she had your spirit.
She had your sass.
She had your strength.
My little girl always wanted to visit the ocean.
She wanted to become a bird
so she could fly there any time she wanted.
So, I promised her.
one day. I'd get us a little place,
so we'd be next to it.
But then I had to leave my little girl
and my beautiful wife for the war.
I got a telegram telling me.
I got a telegram telling me
that they had both been killed by Indians.
Set the house on fire while they slept.
Burned them alive.
"One day. one day I'm gonna find us a little house.
and you can go to the ocean anytime you want."
That's what I said. I told her that.
Oh, goddamn.
[sniffles] Life.
life is like riding a wild mare.
It's always trying to buck you off when you climb up on it.
Oh, what's it matter.
You don't know what the hell I'm saying anyway.
[Dutch sniffles]
-Dutch.
[uplifting music]
-Thank you.
Hey, uh.
[birds squawking]
[uplifting music]
[pouch thuds]
[laughs]
[match lights]
Happy ending.
[uplifting music]
[horse snorts]
[horse galloping]
[soft music]
[laughing]
[stirring music]
[song in Lakota playing]
[♪♪♪]