♪ MTV ♪
[Renaud] You have been tasked
to bring justice to a murderer!
But the murderer is you.
- [gunshot] - [grunts]
Life hasn't shown me many reasons
to keep fighting for it.
If you don't live,
someday they won't remember
we were even here.
[Teonna and Renaud scream]
We journey the path
of the pioneers
in the name of lost love soon to be found.
Hillary, where did he...?
[gasping]
Spencer's coming home.
[Banner] Get to the train station.
If this Spencer Dutton steps off,
put a hole in him.
After you've killed the nephew,
we kill the whole lot of 'em.
Bring him home.
[Alec] Everyone acts like he's something special.
With a gun in his hand, there's no one better.
You don't say.
♪ majestic orchestral music ♪
♪
♪ slow, dramatic music ♪
You'd be a lot more comfortable inside.
Can't stand that house when my husband isn't in it.
It's just a big log prison for my worries.
Understood.
Okay.
I'd feel more comfortable if you sat inside.
Don't fret, Zane.
I'm still spry enough to run inside
if the bullets start flying.
[chuckles]
He'll arrive today, I reckon.
I've done the math.
Sioux Falls to Rapid City, Rapid City to Deadwood,
Sheridan, and Billings. And then home...
Then the fight.
Well, anything worth having
is worth fighting for, Zane.
They don't make women like you anymore, ma'am.
Yes, they do. It's the men they make different.
[door opens, closes]
He never came home.
Jack. He never came home.
Sit.
He went to town to meet his uncle on the train.
Felt Jacob was too shorthanded.
Was he? I don't know.
He's lived to be 80 judging such things.
Don't know why a 25-year-old would think
he knows any better.
That's the boy in him, Elizabeth.
But he's a married man now.
He doesn't get to make decisions about his life without asking.
Because the consequences of those decisions
affect more than just him.
I just pray he's learned that lesson
before it's burned into you, my dear.
Now get inside before you catch your death.
Death is the only thing you can catch out here.
[door opens, closes]
[sighs] Thank you.
[door opens, closes]
Who are those guys?
We hired 'em in the fall.
More badges in town while you healed up
from being shot to shit.
I don't know 'em.
Interviewed 'em with your wife. They seemed fine.
One of them was a cop in Chicago.
- Irish? - Think so.
I don't know.
They all sound the same to me.
♪
[Ellie] Banner?
When did you get home?
I don't know. I was late.
Why are you sitting in the dark?
- I'm not a good man, Ellie. - Banner.
You've been as good as one can be with the options you've had.
I don't think I'm a bad man either.
There are takers in this world and those who get took.
I just got fed up with being took.
But I'm not evil.
I-I take no pleasure in another man's pain.
They pay a man $20 a day to work
the fishing trawlers out of Portland.
You earn more than that here.
I make it.
I don't earn it.
Dutton has half this county, half the next one.
No bigger taker in the state.
But the man ain't evil.
Whitfield's evil, Ellie.
Heart black as coal.
Dutton...
he takes.
He don't care if you suffer.
I understand that.
I respect it, even.
Whitfield takes to make you suffer.
It ain't the taking he wants.
It's the suffering.
♪ dark, ominous music ♪
I don't beat no women.
Use 'em up.
Kill 'em.
Throw 'em off a cliff and go find another.
Banner.
What in the world are you talking about?
I'm a man.
Man's got to look his son in the eye.
Stand by what he did.
I can't do that here.
Not anymore.
Get packed.
We're leaving.
♪ pensive music ♪
[shivering breaths]
[screams]
[panting]
♪
[gasps]
[panting]
[crying]
[groans]
[panting]
[grunting]
[panting]
[exhaling sharply]
[gasps]
[panting]
♪ intense music ♪
[panting]
[coughs]
[panting]
[shivering breaths]
♪
[coughs]
[gasping]
[panting]
[mutters]
[grunting]
[panting]
♪
♪ triumphant music ♪
♪
[panting]
♪ Bach's "Fugue in C Major" playing ♪
♪
♪ gentle music ♪
Ever seen anything like that?
Water from the ceiling?
Corn prices,
wheat prices, whole hogs,
cattle yields.
The newspaper of the West
is a commodity report and a rumor mill.
I long for the London Times.
We live on an island of mountains, girls.
Surrounded by an ocean of prairie,
completely cut off
from the electricity of culture
and thoughtful exchange.
But all that changes today.
Why today?
Because today the present becomes the past
and the future becomes the present.
[laughs]
[taps table]
Our little sparrow...
...seems worried a cat's lurking about.
He's talking to you.
Enjoy the evening?
Parts of it.
Ah, parts.
And other parts?
I did not.
But you see,
the parts you wish would end
magnify the pleasure.
The pain is only for reference.
[door closes]
[shuddering]
♪ ominous music ♪
[panting]
[moaning]
[Lindy] Yeah.
[screaming]
Lay on the table, Mabel.
That rhymes.
[laughing] It certainly does.
Lay on the table.
[panting]
[dishes clattering]
[Mabel yells]
[flies buzzing]
Hmm.
Can't say he didn't deserve it.
Men like him beg the world to do it.
The world usually obliges.
[Mamie] What do you think?
Ran up on this boy, they shot it out?
Two different boots.
No boots.
No exit from bullet.
Was a pistol.
Boy had a rifle.
You think this girl...?
Priest.
That is the priest's boot.
You think a priest killed him?
I think a priest killed him.
Priest.
♪ mysterious music ♪
We waiting for a signal?
No signal.
Just start killing, then.
Just start killing.
♪ suspenseful music ♪
[sighs]
2:20 arrival.
Anybody else know that?
Well, it ain't no secret, Jacob, and it damn sure won't be
as soon as the ticket agent shouts it out.
Filling up in there?
Starting to.
Any strange faces I should know about?
It's a train station, Jacob.
All the faces are strange.
- [door opens] - [indistinct chatter]
[sighs]
Everyone looks like travelers.
Everyone so far.
Yeah.
Not everyone.
Three first class to Portland.
Sleeper car?
Shared?
First class, I said.
That's $67.
You don't think I have it.
I love being judged by half a man as me.
Prepay the meals, sir?
We'll pay as we dine.
Train arrives at 2:20.
Departs at 2:45.
I advise being on the platform at 1:50.
- If it arrives early... - [stamps ticket]
- it leaves early. - We'll wait.
We're not going anywhere.
♪ tense music ♪
Take a seat.
I'll be along.
I've seen some cowardly camouflage in my life...
...but I don't think I've seen this.
I'm taking my family and I'm leaving.
Had enough of this place.
You're under indictment, Banner, you can't go anywhere.
I can't leave the country.
The judge said nothing about leaving the state.
So I suppose it's a coincidence
that you picked this particular day to leave.
You mean the same day as your nephew arrives?
The great hope?
Maybe he is.
Good for you.
You get to keep your land for a generation or two.
Whitfield's just the first, you know?
There's more where he came from.
More of them than me.
And way more than you.
They'll never let him leave this station, Jacob.
You can take my word for it or you can learn it.
Let 'em try.
And you can try and get on that train,
but that ain't gonna happen either.
You started this thing, Banner.
You don't get to leave it.
I've got a son, Jacob.
What have I been teaching him?
Just so long as they get to leave.
Can you give me that?
[chuckles]
Yeah.
I can give you that.
They won't be just here, Jacob.
Do you know what I mean?
Yeah.
I know what you mean.
Give me your bundle.
Just here.
That bag never leaves your sight.
Everything okay?
It will be.
There's gonna be chaos on that platform, Ellie.
People running and screaming.
And we are gonna walk through it like we're headed to church
and get on that train.
Don't look up.
Don't look anybody in the eye.
Just walk.
Do you understand?
I think so.
♪ contemplative music ♪
Mom, buffalo!
I heard you the first time, Tucker.
The whole train heard you.
They've got you outnumbered.
They sure do.
Where are we?
Montana.
Thought all the buffalo were gone.
Not all of 'em.
There's still some here.
Some in, uh, Wind Rivers, I hear.
Yellowstone has a pretty big herd.
You ever hear of Little Bighorn?
See right out there?
Lakota called it the Battle of the Greasy Grass.
Grass here is so rich in protein, it feel like grease.
Worst defeat in American military history.
Wait, Custer lost?
You can't lose any worse.
That's not what they said in school.
They said Custer was a hero.
That's 'cause schools don't teach you what happened.
They teach you what they want you to believe.
And they can teach you that,
you'll believe anything they tell you.
What's that?
A lion's tooth.
- There's no lions here. - That's 'cause
it's not from here, it's from Africa.
Want to trade?
Trade what?
That's a nice knife.
Guy I traded for it says it's from the revolution.
The war.
Our teachers said we won that one.
You and I are living proof of that.
Are you sure your mother would be okay
with you trading this away?
[whispers] She don't know I have it.
See, I don't know, I was, um...
I was planning on giving this to my son one day.
What's his name?
I don't know.
Haven't met him yet.
Don't think you meet him.
I think you got to make him.
[Madelyn] All right, Tucker, that's enough.
Stop bothering the man.
No, no. It's no bother.
What do you say?
I don't know. [sighs]
Please. Disarm the child.
You got a deal.
[chuckles softly]
That's a good trade.
You got suckered.
Know how many pocket knives there are in the world?
I bet this is the only lion's tooth in the whole country.
Yeah, you may be right.
♪ pensive music ♪
This keeps getting more interesting.
Shot in his sleep.
Shot by who?
Don't know.
Priest maybe.
Face is burned.
Then stabbed.
Stabbed then shot.
[chuckles softly]
He ran out.
So the girl did this.
Didn't do that.
But she did this.
Quite the coyote, this girl.
These men, they talk of this girl killing everywhere,
but it was the men killing in Oklahoma
and the men who killed here.
I don't think the girl is the problem.
I think that's the problem.
And the problem is gone.
Be that as it may, we have a warrant.
We have a duty to serve it.
♪ suspenseful music ♪
A warrant from a judge we don't know
in a territory we don't serve.
We didn't ride out here to find
a girl, we rode out here to find them.
And we found 'em.
And good riddance.
She's above us on the ridge.
[horse neighing]
♪ intense music ♪
Ride around her to the east!
♪
She drew her pistol!
Marshal, do not shoot!
[yells]
- Marshal, do not fire! - She's fired at us!
[screams]
[shouts]
[clicking empty]
[shouts]
[panting]
[Mamie] You'll be dead before it reaches your shoulder.
Seems a silly death for one
who's fought so hard to avoid it.
Better than your noose.
Quicker, no doubt.
[panting] And I've lived in your prisons.
I won't do it again.
I don't choose who gets the noose or who goes to prison.
That's for a judge to decide.
If you're innocent, he'll give you a chance to prove it.
Prove how?
Through testimony.
Through witnesses.
What witnesses?
The nuns who raped me?
The priests who beat me and put me in an oven to cook
because I don't know how to make soap?
Won't eat maggots.
Won't let them put their fingers inside me.
[panting]
And who speaks for me?
Which relative
will they dig from their grave
to speak for me?
- What is she talking about? - The Indian schools.
I know those schools.
Know those priests.
I don't know her path.
But I know that path.
♪ pensive music ♪
They lied?
You never killed?
The one who beat me I killed.
And the one who raped me I killed.
Then I killed the one who murdered my cousin.
Tried to murder me.
Then the priest.
[exhales]
Yes.
I've killed.
I'd say.
What about him?
Badge and boots.
♪
[panting]
♪ menacing music ♪
♪
[wind whistling softly]
[grunts] I've been shot.
You ain't been shot.
You been woke up.
Now stay that way.
You son of a bitch.
I'm gonna box you silly
- when we get back-- - [gunshot]
♪ suspenseful music ♪
[gunshots]
♪ soft, dramatic music ♪
[exhales]
[horse neighs]
[muffled popping]
[distant gunfire]
[gunshots continue]
♪ menacing music ♪
- They're coming. - [Cara] Yes.
I know.
Take that shotgun.
Get in the conversation pit.
Stay away from the windows, get low.
Under the table.
They're here.
There's a whole lot of 'em.
Zane! What do I do?!
You get up high, give us cover,
and use Jacob's elk rifle.
Stay there, you hear me?
♪
Don't shoot me!
Where's Sam?
How many is there?
Don't know. A bunch.
Let 'em get close, shoot into the cabs,
shoot the drivers, then we get
back to the house and we fight 'em from there.
Steady.
Not yet.
They're almost on top of us.
Not yet!
Jasper, you take the lead car.
Randy, you get the second car,
Dennis the third, I get the last.
Get ready.
Kill 'em.
♪ intense music ♪
Dennis, you and Randy
get to the house and get on the roof!
Two can't hold 'em.
Ain't trying to hold 'em, just trying to slow 'em down.
Go!
♪ plaintive music ♪
[gunfire in distance]
What can I do?
You can hide in the basement with your children, ma'am.
Ma'am, go find your children!
You too, ma'am.
I'm staying here.
Go to the basement!
♪ intense music ♪
[gunshots continue]
[short whistle]
♪ dramatic music ♪
Lord, help us.
Of all the things I've had to do for this ranch...
...this takes the cake.
Takes the bloody cake.
[indistinct shouting]
[bell ringing]
25 minute alert for 2:20
from Sheridan, Deadwood,
Pierre, Sioux Falls.
[exhales]
[indistinct chatter]
♪ suspenseful music ♪
[coughing]
They're here.
How many?
About a dozen.
Plus Banner.
Plus whoever we haven't picked out yet.
Better get Livingston Police out here.
There's only three, and they ain't worth a shit.
Well, that's better than nothing.
We're gonna stop it before it comes to that.
This is the only way we stop them.
♪
[Henry] What's in Portland?
Your future.
I don't have one here?
A man can't get rich in Montana.
He gets rich somewhere else.
Then he comes to Montana.
And he gets even richer.
♪ pensive music ♪
♪ solemn music ♪
[sniffling]
I'm sorry, Spencer.
[sniffling]
[gasps]
[sobbing]
This is your plan?
[crying] This is your plan for us?
Let us know love,
then rip it from us...
...then give us a child...
...then drag me
through hell
to freeze here?
Hours from him?
What kind of God does that?
[ragged breathing]
[train whistle blowing faintly]
[panting]
♪ suspenseful music ♪
[train whistle blowing]
[panting]
[grunting]
♪
Stop!
Livingston.
This is Seven Pierre 91.
Please!
Please, stop!
[faintly] Please! Stop!
Alex?
[shouting]
♪ intense music ♪
Sir?
- [grunts] - [indistinct chatter]
[sobbing]
[passengers murmuring]
[passengers exclaiming]
[indistinct chatter]
[moaning, crying]
[sobbing]
Alex!
Spencer?
Alex!
♪ dramatic music ♪
Alex!
Spencer?
Spencer!
[Alex panting]
Alex!
[laughs, sobs]
[crying]
♪ gentle music ♪
[sobbing]
[crying quiets]
[sniffles]
What...?
What are you...?
You sent smoke signals to my train.
You leapt from the train?
I leapt from the train.
Did you, by chance, ask the train to wait for us?
No, it slipped my mind.
So, train is continuing
in the opposite direction.
Yeah, that's a pretty good guess.
Ah. Well...
so good of you to join me in this pickle.
Free from the burden of a solution.
I don't know what that means.
♪
It's an insult, my love.
[soft chuckle]
I have a solution.
[stammers] I'm all ears.
Big Timber's three miles from here.
I'm gonna carry you.
Carry me? [laughs]
I've carried an elk quarter farther.
I don't know what an elk quarter is,
but I assume very heavy and a testament to your swarthiness.
[sighs] Heavier than you, but not by much.
You've eaten well on this journey, my love.
You may carry me from certain death, sir,
but you may not joke about my weight while doing it.
Hmm.
It's your fault, you know.
My fault?
I suppose he'll be tall like you.
[Alex chuckles]
Huh.
Ow.
I know. I know.
- I know. - [panting]
[train whistle blows]
[grunting]
[shuddering]
[labored breathing]
This is a doctor traveling in first class.
My name is Andrew.
Open your mouth for me, please.
[muffled moaning]
♪ plaintive music ♪
I need warm water and towels, lots of it, fast.
I need everyone to clear the room, please.
And close the door.
There isn't much medical research
on cold as a clinical condition,
but in the army we saw plenty, and what we learned is,
if you get cold fast, you warm fast,
if you get cold slow, you must warm yourself slowly.
How long were you exposed to the elements?
I think...
about a-a day or two?
These clothes are as cold as she is.
We need to get them off. I apologize.
There's no time for modesty.
[grunting]
- [panting] - [Henderson] There you go.
[shudders]
What do we do about the shivers?
The shiver is good.
It's her body trying to warm.
Was she shivering when you found her?
Was she disoriented?
- Disoriented how? - Saying things
that are illogical or don't make sense.
Oh, she does that anyway.
I can hear you.
Is there any other symptoms?
Her temperature is 94.2 degrees.
She was minutes away from death when you found her.
[knocking at door]
[grunting]
♪ somber music ♪
Press that tight against her.
[shuddering]
[Henderson] All over, sir, don't be bashful.
[laughs] He has flaws,
but bashful isn't one of them.
[Henderson] Have you two met?
My husband, sir.
It's a long story.
One worth hearing, no doubt.
Put this under her arms.
[panting]
[shuddering]
You must tell us when the towels cool
so we may replace them.
How many months?
[stammering]
Six.
Will.. will he survive?
We'll see.
The female form is a miracle
that can withstand physical hardships well beyond
that of men...
especially when with child.
If there is a way to protect the child,
your body will find it.
I'll be right back.
My... b-body's a miracle.
Hear that? [chuckles]
- I already knew that. - Hmm.
[breathing shakily]
I never thought I'd see you again.
You didn't have to go through all this.
I was coming for you.
Couldn't take the chance.
If you found someone else, how could I kill her from England?
[chuckles softly]
That rarest of creatures.
Your smile.
[Henderson] I want you to sit up and drink this.
Slowly.
[grunting]
[panting]
[Henderson] Slow.
It's likely she's dehydrated on top of everything else.
Don't get off in Livingston.
Engine man has radioed the station in Bozeman.
An ambulance is waiting.
They'll take you to the hospital where they have seen
far more ailments from the cold than I have.
Let's change out these towels.
♪
♪ dramatic, suspenseful music ♪
[man] Retreat!
♪
Let's get on the roof.
♪ slow, tense music ♪
[door closes]
See where they went?
Just down the hill.
They're not going anywhere till tonight.
I think that's their plan.
Jacob should be back by then with the sheriff
and everybody else.
We don't know what they ran into.
They could be in the same boat.
We need someone in the house with the women.
You're the one with a wife in there. We got the roof.
Be safe.
♪
[sighs]
And here I thought it was them boys on the roof
- making lucky shots. - It was me with the luck.
Though this contraption takes most of the luck out of it.
They're gonna wait till night.
My guess is try to burn us out.
How do we fight that?
Well, we got a full moon in our favor.
Just need them clouds to break.
So, we need God to do his part.
- [laughs] - We need wind.
I don't care who does their part to send it.
That would be God.
I'll ask.
If they do get in the house, Cara...
Just pray for wind and a bright moon.
I'll ask for wind.
I'll pray my husband comes
and brings Spencer with him.
♪
[indistinct chatter]
It's late.
Yep.
♪ slow, atmospheric music ♪
Here she comes.
96.8.
[grunts, laughs]
- Alex, what? - [Henderson] Feeling
is coming back to her feet.
[groans] That's a new sensation.
[coughs]
[panting]
Are we there?
Close. It's another 30 miles or so.
[whistle blows]
♪ slow, suspenseful music ♪
[trains whistle blowing]
♪
[whistle blows]
Remember what I said.
Ignore the chaos, get on the train.
Where are you going?
There's enough money in your bag to start over.
- Start clean. - Start ov...
What are you talking about? What's happening?
Trust me.
♪ exciting, dramatic music ♪
[porter] Clear away!
Clear away for passengers to disembark.
[bell clanging]
[grunting]
♪
[brakes screeching]
♪ slow, suspenseful music ♪
- Spencer? - Sir, what are you doing?
[indistinct chatter]
♪ eerie, suspenseful music ♪
Drop it!
[people screaming]
Drop it now!
- You drop it. - Drop it!
[shouting]
[Jacob] Put that gun down, for God's sakes!
Drop it! Drop them!
[people screaming]
Henry.
[gunfire]
- [yells] - Ellie!
Get on the train!
♪ dramatic, tense music ♪
[grunts]
♪ slow, somber music ♪
[screams]
♪
So you're a man of your word after all.
I told you.
Get my family to Portland.
Where they're clean of this.
Clean of me.
You have my word.
It's all a man's got.
♪ slow, gentle music ♪
What was this?
Fear, I suppose. Arrogance.
[indistinct chatter]
Dear God.
You're shot, sir.
Old leaks, I think.
[Henderson] Looks fresh to me.
[Jacob] Bill!
Can you walk?
- Haven't tried. - [Jacob] Carl!
Give him a hand.
[indistinct chatter]
[Henderson] I urge you, take this train to Bozeman.
There is an ambulance waiting.
- Arrange more-- - We need to load passengers.
- Come back for them. - It's not as easy as--
Come back for them.
This fight ain't over.
And I ain't got that much fight left in me.
I need to get my wife to a hospital.
[panting]
I'll head home once she's there.
You might not have a home by then.
Come with me.
♪ slow, dramatic music ♪
[Spencer] This is my uncle.
♪
[softly] Jacob.
Ma'am.
War isn't a metaphor in this family, I'm discovering.
It is not.
[Alex] Time to fight yours,
I suppose.
If we want a life here, it is.
But we can build a life anywhere.
[Alex] This is why she wrote you.
War is what you came home for.
♪
I love you.
[knocking on door]
[door opens]
I'll meet you in Bozeman.
Let's take a look at these wounds.
I got a funny feeling
you got quite a story to tell.
Yes. [laughs]
[quiet murmuring]
I could use that.
I need to deputize you.
Taking cars or horses?
Got both. Cars are faster.
♪ slow, somber music ♪
[Elsa] In her heart, she feared
she'd never see him again.
But she saw him.
Tasted him one last time.
For her, that was enough.
Ought to trade that out for a shotgun.
Tricky to shoot around corners with an elephant gun.
Don't shoot around corners with this one.
You shoot through them.
♪ slow, atmospheric music ♪
[engines starts]
♪
♪ tense, haunting music ♪
[Cara] Come on.
Show yourself.
[grunts]
[distant gunfire]
[grunting]
♪
♪ tense, dramatic music ♪
[bullets whining]
[Elizabeth screams]
♪
[panting]
[grunts]
♪ suspenseful music ♪
[panting]
♪ fast, exciting music ♪
[screams]
♪ slow, gentle music ♪
[gasps]
[panting]
Told you not to stay there.
Pretty glad you did.
But don't do it no more. Get upstairs.
Today is the dawn
of Montana's own Gilded Age.
Today, we begin extracting the only resource
which increases in value
the more common it becomes...
...tourism.
As farmers abandon the field for the comfort
and opportunities of the city,
the wilds of America will become parks.
Playgrounds for the elite.
Let's say they come.
How do we profit? Hotels?
- Yes. - Restaurants?
- Absolutely. - And this resort,
the ski resort?
I'm in the final negotiations
- on that property as we speak. - Inns and cafés
are notoriously poor business models
and frankly, sir, beneath you.
- Beneath all of us. - [Donald] You are correct.
Independently.
But combined,
one place where every whim of the patron is met--
lodging, dining, liquor, dancing,
gambling, skiing, hunting--
all of them,
including transportation here and home, provided by us.
- What about competition? - Our competition
is Colorado.
Another 600 miles away.
Cities give one culture, convenience,
but they rob man
of the thing that makes him man:
his insatiable, inexplicable need
to traverse untamed land.
Battle its monsters, overcome its mountains.
♪ slow, haunting music ♪
No concert in Manhattan can compare.
When you bed a woman,
it is the animal in you doing it.
That animal needs to wander.
We will give it the chance.
- Hear, hear! - [overlapping chatter]
♪
♪ slow, gentle music ♪
- I'll ride with her. - We have an ambulance
- over here for-- - I said I'm gonna ride with her.
This one's full, sir. Take another.
- I'll ride in the back, - I ride in the back.
Not tonight.
[shuddering]
How far to the hospital?
Five or six miles.
Would you mind checking
that we have sufficient fuel for such a journey?
We're not gonna run out of gas.
I've never heard a woman ask that question before.
[laughs softly] Well...
Once bitten, twice shy, Jacob.
[softly] Yeah.
♪ slow, tense music ♪
[Spencer] Stop the car.
Turn off the engine.
[engine stops]
[distant gunfire]
That's coming from up at the house.
Sounds like it.
Turn off your headlights.
Drive us up the road.
♪ tense, frantic music ♪
Damn it! They're gonna need us inside!
- That ain't all of them! - Stay on the roof.
Keep shooting.
[grunts]
♪ slow, suspenseful music ♪
[whispering] Cara.
They're right outside the house.
Damn this man.
[exhales]
Wait.
Stop the car.
♪ hopeful, soaring music ♪
It's Spencer.
Ma'am?
Spencer's here.
♪ fast, frantic music ♪
Ah.
[grunts]
[yelps]
[man grunts]
♪ slow, gentle music ♪
Aunt Cara?
[Cara] Spencer?
So you know, I'm right over here.
I see you. You shot?
No more than anyone else.
♪ slow, somber music ♪
[gasping] Oh.
Oh...
Dang it, Spencer, I didn't even get to fire a shot.
- Where's Jacob? - [Spencer] He's at the hospital.
With my wife.
You-you have a wife?
Boy, do I.
I'm in her debt.
Not there for Jacob.
She's got her own problems.
I'll ready the carriage.
We have cars, ma'am.
I don't see him.
Where is he?
- Where's Jack? - I don't know.
Ma'am, we haven't seen him.
Dennis, take Jasper, ride the road to Livingston.
Find my boy.
Yes, ma'am.
Which one's the leader?
The leader sits in a mansion.
Destroying lives while getting fat
and throwing dinner parties for the men
who will carve this place to pieces.
He did this?
Most certainly.
What's his name?
Whitfield.
♪
[doctor] Can't seem to...
find the bullet.
Can't find the bullet, you idiot,
'cause there is no bullet.
- It's an old wound. - If the lead
is inside you, it can poison you slowly.
Do you think I care about the slow ones?
I'm 80 fucking years old.
Sew it up!
♪ slow, dramatic music ♪
[distant groaning]
[Alex moaning]
[panting]
[Alex moaning]
[surgeon] She's dilated over eight centimeters.
Her body's terminating the pregnancy.
We should abort and amputate.
You will do nothing of the sort.
Miss, the baby is six months, if that.
It can't survive outside the womb.
Your legs are necrotic to the shin.
Your left hand is necrotic above the wrist.
You will not see tomorrow's sunset
if we don't amputate immediately.
- [grunting] - She's crowning.
Let's get this over with, then move her to surgery.
[straining]
[panting]
♪ slow, gentle music ♪
[panting]
Bring him to me.
Why are you so confident it's a boy?
Because I know.
Your guess is correct.
Miss, it's best not to become attached.
Its lungs are not developed enough to survive the hour,
- much less-- - [baby crying]
[laughs softly]
♪ slow, soaring music ♪
So be it.
Give me the hour.
I need you prepped for surgery.
Give her the goddamn baby.
[crying]
[softly] Hi.
[baby cries quietly]
♪
[shushing quietly]
[Alex sobs softly]
No crueler thing than hope.
Let's prep her for surgery.
No.
- She said no. - She will die,
and the baby will die.
She can make more children.
She said no.
I'll send a priest.
I don't need one of those, either.
[door opens]
- [door closes] - [exhales]
I'm going to name him John.
After his brother.
He'd like that.
But...
...he'd like a world you're still in more.
The mother that would choose herself over her child...
...is no mother at all.
How can I raise a child with
stubs for feet
and clubs for hands?
Then there's two children.
This is a conversation you should have with your husband.
I think all our conversations are over.
They were splendid.
In truth, I did most of the talking.
♪ soft, gentle music ♪
You tell him why for me.
You tell him yourself.
Well, that's the plan, but...
You can see how well my plans are working out.
You will tell him yourself.
♪
[sniffles]
[Jasper] But his horse was loose at the house.
No saddle.
Maybe he took a different horse, his got loose.
♪ slow, contemplative music ♪
We need to go back for the wagon.
♪ slow, somber music ♪
This one?
She's in there.
♪
[Alex grunts softly]
♪
[Alex whispering] They wanted
to take my legs and...
- [sniffles] - ...and my hand.
[Spencer sniffles]
And take our baby...
[exhales]
...throw them all away like... rubbish.
I said no.
I can see that.
Your legs are a long way from your heart.
I'm not a dreamer.
I don't imagine...
running through fields.
I have to do it.
And I would never trade...
...what we made...
...for me.
Be patient with him, Spencer.
If he's anything like me...
...he'll be a terrible child.
[crying]
[ragged breathing]
I wish I could have met her.
[Jacob] Hmm.
You would have liked her.
Mustang wild.
Like somebody else I know.
Now you're talking about yourself again.
Go to the sale barn. We need two milk goats.
- Barn ain't open. - Well, when it does,
you'll be first in line.
And make sure they're producing now.
Milk next week does us no good.
Do you think I-I could just...
[sighs] I'm sure they wouldn't mind, honey.
♪ soft, dramatic music ♪
Perhaps tomorrow.
[John breathing softly]
♪ slow, dramatic music ♪
♪
[Spencer in distance] Cara?
I don't know what to do.
You're not supposed to, my dear.
But I do.
♪ dramatic, soaring music
Let's go.
I want to meet the man who killed my wife.
♪ slow, suspenseful music ♪
What business do you have here--
♪ slow, dark music ♪
Lindy?
We talked about this.
Sorry. Sometimes I just get carried away.
[chuckles]
Self-control, Lindy,
- is the cornerstone-- - [door opens]
[screams]
[yells]
[Mabel gasping]
[Spencer] Look at me.
You like it here?
- Then I think you should leave. - [Donald groaning]
[Jacob] What did I tell you?
♪ slow, dramatic music ♪
Now I understand.
The prodigal son has returned.
Mm-hmm. And he will be the last thing you ever see.
[Donald] I suppose you've
a plan for explaining
the murder of a man in his dining room.
I think we about killed everybody
we'd have to explain it to.
[Donald] You took an oath.
That badge came with an oath.
To uphold the law.
The law.
So be it.
To jail we go.
[groans]
I didn't say stand.
You can't get away with this.
[Jacob] I don't plan to.
I plan on making such an example of you that it'll be 50 years
before one of your kind dares enter this valley again.
I want them teaching about
how you died in schoolbooks.
Look at me.
You killed my wife.
I don't know you.
Her name was Alex.
♪ dark, tense music ♪
And I would really like to hear you say it.
Alex?
♪ somber, triumphant music ♪
[door creaks]
[door closes]
[Reading] Next before the court,
United States v. Teonna Rainwater.
Three counts of murder
at the Indian School in North Dakota.
Why is this girl in my court
and not before the North Dakota magistrate?
We spoke with the magistrate in North Dakota
and he stated all witnesses in this case
were in the Oklahoma territory, thus making it more expedient
for the trial be held here.
Are these witnesses present?
If it please the court...
...these are death certificates for the witnesses:
a Father Jaques Renaud...
...and U.S. Deputy Marshal Nathan Kent.
So?
Is she charged with those deaths as well?
No, Your Honor. Their deaths are unrelated.
We have U.S. Marshal Fossett
prepared to testify to the specifics
of the witnesses' deaths, if it please the court.
[Reading] What would please the court
are witnesses to support a murder charge.
Does prosecution have witnesses?
We do not, Your Honor.
Do you have evidence that ties the defendant
to these allegations?
We do not, Your Honor.
Then what are we...
Why are we discussing this?
Prosecution would like
to submit a motion to dismiss.
[Reading] Please.
Motion granted.
And let's make certain the North Dakota magistrate
keep its business in North Dakota where it belongs.
Especially if this is how they conduct it.
♪ gentle, hopeful music ♪
[door opens]
What does that mean?
Means you're free to go.
♪
[panting]
[engine approaches]
[horn honks]
[engine passes]
I'm not sure what to do.
Well, we'd sure like it if you'd leave.
Go where?
How about home?
Not sure I have one.
Maybe it's time to find a new one.
♪ slow, melancholy music ♪
For deer.
Right.
[sighs]
I'm not sure which way to go.
I hear California.
More Mexican and Indians than whites.
Fruit on the trees, game in the hills.
Land of the Chumash.
West.
If you're standing in the ocean, you went too far.
Thank you.
[Two Spears] Teonna!
You were right to fight back.
Maybe.
But it cost me everything.
Always does.
[Elsa] It is likely there are more unmarked graves in Montana
than those bestowed with marble
and inscriptions that tell strangers who lay here.
♪ sad, melancholy music ♪
Lovers need no marker.
They know exactly where their soulmate rests.
Because they put them there.
♪
[Cara] Hmm.
I swear, boy, we'll need three goats
before June the way you're guzzling it down.
[chuckles]
[exhales]
[Cara] I know.
Feels like you're quitting.
But you're not, child.
The reason for you being here is gone.
I hope you find another reason in the city,
and it sweeps you off your feet,
and you write me stupid letters about him. [chuckles]
A man is the last thing on my mind.
Well, that's a good lesson for all of us.
Never works out that way, though.
No, one always creeps in there and muddles the senses.
Having your senses muddled now and again--
it's not the worst thing. [chuckles]
I'll write.
That'd be lovely.
Now, I must return my attention to the future, here.
Because looking at you is a window to the past.
And the past...
No matter what life has in store for me,
I'll always love him.
You won't.
♪ slow, sad music ♪
You won't.
You'll love memories until you make enough new ones.
And then one day, you won't remember him at all.
And that's all right. That's fine, that's life.
I'll remember him enough for the both of us.
[John fusses]
[Cara chuckles]
♪
[horses snorting softly]
♪ slow, melancholy music ♪
There's wild cattle in the Crazies.
Rough mountains.
I'd rather gather 'em than buy 'em.
You coming?
You know, I think I'm gonna sit on the porch,
stare at your son...
ponder the meaning of life.
Shit like that.
Be back in a week or so.
I have no doubt.
[clucks tongue]
♪
[door opens, closes]
You're not on the gather.
Sitting this one out.
Retiring, are you?
I am.
So, what's the plan now?
Sit on the porch and drink yourself silly
so I'm putting two babies to bed each night? [chuckles]
Something like that.
[chuckles]
What was she like?
Alexandra.
What was she like?
If a shooting star could talk.
That's what she was like, honey.
Talking stars.
[chuckling] Can you imagine?
Who'd have thought there'd be two?
[Elsa] Spencer never remarried.
Took the comfort of a widow and made another boy...
...refused to marry her,
and one day, the widow was gone.
♪ slow, haunting music ♪
For Spencer, her memory didn't fade,
didn't fray at the edges and didn't dull.
Not one.
Alexandra Dutton was born
on April Fool's Day, 1901,
in Oxfordshire, England.
And laid to rest March 29, 1924.
When old age robbed him of his memories,
he simply closed his eyes
and dreamed up new ones.
And 45 years later,
my young brother joined her.
[orchestra playing upbeat instrumental music]
[crowd chatter]
♪ haunting, mysterious music ♪
♪ slow, romantic music ♪
Took you long enough.
♪
♪ gentle, sentimental music ♪