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[menacing music playing]
- [crying] - Punish me!
- No! - [whip cracks]
- [screams] - [gasps]
[breathing heavily]
[distant explosions]
[men shouting distantly]
[groans]
[insect buzzing]
[buzzing stops]
[sighs]
[distant explosions and shouting continuous]
[cell door opens]
[guard] On your feet, convict.
The CO wants to speak with you.
[dramatic music playing]
[horse whinnies]
[soldiers shouting]
[gunfire]
Thank you.
Private, I'm Colonel Havers. This is General Craven.
I understand you used to be a slave.
So was most men in my company.
Most of the men in your company
didn't escape from the Boston mountains.
Most of the men in my company are dead.
[Colonel Havers] What do you know about Fort Defiance?
Just things I heard.
It's central to Confederate supply of coal and quartz.
Near the top of Mount Stoker
on the border of Indian territory.
[General Craven] And it's got guns.
Twenty-inch behemoths pointed right at us,
with a hell of a range.
We want you to lead an expedition into the fort,
destroy the guns and everything in there
before we reach Fort Gibson.
Why me?
[Colonel Havers] Because you know the area.
That quartz mine that you escaped from...
it's only six miles away.
Excuse me, sir.
Ain't no way we can infiltrate that fort
and escape there with our lives.
[General Craven] What I hold in my hand is a pardon
from President Lincoln,
absolving you of all charges,
that should you complete the mission,
you and your men will be given your 40 acres,
as promised
to all emancipated slaves.
Promising ain't giving.
And in this hand,
something that I signed.
That you and your team will be put to death
for striking an officer
and showing cowardice in the face of the enemy.
My men had nothing to do with that, and you know it.
That is "sir," boy!
I will hang you filthy Black son of a bitches
from the highest tree until you rot,
so help me God.
[sucks teeth]
[Colonel Havers] You can walk out of here
with the promise of freedom...
and a chance to toil your own land.
Or you and your men can be put in the land,
six feet under.
[General Craven] Your choice.
Well...
since y'alls got it all figured out...
I might as well volunteer, then.
Sir.
[General Craven] You understand,
you or any of your boys try and run,
we will hunt you down
and we will kill you.
[dramatic music playing]
[distant gunfire]
[insect buzzing]
Ah!
[cawing]
What do we have, Skip?
Should be...
somewhere around...
here.
What you mean, somewhere around here?
- If we lost, just say we lost. - We ain't lost.
You don't know where exactly.
Could be anywhere within five miles.
[Abe] Watch your tone, Washington.
He might be leading us into Rebel country
and he's already fucking up, why don't you watch that, Abe?
[Abe] I said watch your mouth, boy.
[Washington] Fuck them stripes!
- [Cuffy] Hey! - This don't concern you none.
Just back off, man. I'm warning you.
Get your finger out of my face.
[Washington] I said back the fuck up, Cuffy.
- [Cuffy] What you wanna do? - [Washington] Hey, Sarge.
- Enough! - [Cuffy] Sarge, let me get him.
Cuffy, stand down.
Now you care about them stripes, huh?
Y'alls meant to be free,
but you're still slaves up in your minds.
Fuck this shit detail.
Hey, are you scared?
Six Black men in Confederate country.
You goddamn right I'm scared.
- You'd be fool not to be. - Hmm.
How come we going on this shit detail anyway?
- 'Cause the man says so. - That's right.
I heard about this fort.
Men be scalped and tortured to death in there.
They say no one ever go in and come out alive.
That the devil hisself is too afraid to go near there.
Now you know why we got this shit detail.
Come on, move out. This way.
[ominous music playing]
[water burbling]
[crow cawing]
And the Lord Jesus wept.
[chicken clucking]
[wings flapping]
[Washington] Goddamn.
They even killed the dog.
Our boys do this?
They ain't our boys.
[Stevens] What the hell are Yankees doing out
this far south?
[Barabbas] Abe...
bring her over here.
What happened here?
[cries]
They come, they try to steal everything.
They take our food, our silver.
They beat Miss Lucy.
Took advantage of her. She tried to fight back.
And Mr. Enoch, he come try to save her.
And he killed that son of a bitch with a fork.
- Hey, we got a live one here. - Ah, shit.
An Indian?
What's your name?
You ain't gonna get shit out of her.
What is your name?
Tsula.
What happened to these soldiers here?
Bad men. Killed Onacona and her masters.
I hid in the shed, but I thought for sure they'd find me.
Is that Onacona?
We came to barter goods.
[woman] They got scared.
Scared? About what? Confederates?
Something in them woods.
Bad juju.
Hold on, what you mean by bad juju?
In them woods, bad juju come at night.
Silly superstitions.
What you mean, bad juju come at night?
The devil come and take you.
I don't know, Skip.
Ain't nothing out here.
We should get going.
What about them?
We can't just leave them.
Take them with us?
Are you insane?
Don't be thick in front of me, Abe.
You, here.
That way's Indian territory.
Follow the trail down,
that'll take you right into Cherokee country.
- If the Confederates find her? - Not our problem, Stevens.
- Now get your shit and fall in. - It's the right thing to do.
I don't give a shit!
We got a job to do.
Now, all y'all pick up your gear and let's go.
Please don't leave us here.
Listen...
I would like to help you.
I really would.
But I can't.
I'm sorry.
Follow the trail down.
- That way. - [snaps fingers]
You'll be fine.
Move out!
Look here, young lady.
I would like to give you this for good luck.
Now, I know you Indians have your own god,
but the one true God is our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
- He will protect you. - Jesus Christ, Stevens.
At night, stay inside and light them fires.
Watch out for them treetops.
[disturbing music playing]
You check them trees for snakes?
The only snake I got to worry about
is the one in my hand, Brother Hap.
Why is we out here so fucking early?
It's recon, buddy. It's recon.
'Cause the boss man say so.
What the boss man wants...
[chuckles]
...the boss man's gonna get.
Are y'all finished?
Hey, boss. Them Yankees...
Mm-hmm. Circle left.
[dramatic music playing]
[inhales sharply]
[exhales]
You got coloreds in blue.
[exhales]
Coloreds in uniform.
What the hell is next?
Coloreds with a gun against your head, motherfucker.
That's what's next.
- Where's the rest of your squad? - I'm alone.
- Bullshit. - Man,
let me cut this cracker's neck open like a chicken,
we can get out of here.
Let's take him to Skip.
Up. Slow.
Hey.
[dramatic music playing]
Skip's right.
Found another one up on that ledge.
Sit him down over there
and see what we can get out of him.
Why? What's he gonna know?
Plans, Washington. Ever heard of them?
- I thought we was on a mission. - We are, Washington.
He is in uniform.
Fool, you is dumber than I think you think I am,
and much dumber than you think I think you are.
You think they'd treat us like some captured soldiers?
God does not want us to be like them.
[scoffs] Boy...
they'd swing your Black ass from a tree for fun.
- [gunshot] - All right, boys!
Fun's over!
Drop them rifles.
Drop them, he said.
Nice and slow, goddamn it.
Nice and slow.
Excuse me, sir.
How does one drop something slow?
[gasps and groans]
[body thuds]
- That's how. - [chuckles]
Anybody else got any sass?
What regiment you from, boy?
First Kansas Colored Infantry, sir.
Army of the Frontier.
- Y'all deserters? - That's right.
[grunts]
No one asked you a goddamn thing.
Whoo! This one ran before!
- Get up. - [Hap] Is that right?
Well, look at you.
You's a big'un, ain't you?
Tell me something,
where you run from, boy?
Sweet Tree, Louisiana.
That's mighty far for a sack of shit like you to run.
How you make it out this way?
Easy.
Every step I took, I knew I was one step closer
from killing one of you cracker motherfuckers.
[all laugh]
[Hap] Goddamn.
Oh, you got sass.
I do.
Bet you got a lot more where that came from.
Thing is,
we don't like sass.
No, we don't.
That's why slave boys like you need to be hanging.
And me, I'm a hangman.
That's what I do.
And I'm fixing to hang you.
[grunting]
Don't you move. Stand right there.
Whoo! Up, up you go.
- Up you go. - [grunting]
[dramatic music playing]
Not so sass now, is you, boy?
Take your eyes off me.
Don't you move a muscle.
Just keep watching your friend.
You might be next. Who wants to go next? You?
[suspenseful music playing]
[wheezes]
[yells]
Ah!
- [gunshot] - [man screams]
[gasps]
[both grunting]
[groans]
[grunting]
[suspenseful music playing]
- Ah! - [muffled screaming]
How do you like that, motherfucker?
- Ah! - [flesh tearing]
[gunshot]
Blunt.
[moaning]
- [Blunt] Barabbas? - It's Abe.
- Let me see? - Abe?
I'm okay. It's okay.
- I can make... - [gunshot]
Get his climbing gear and put it in your pack.
Hey, Skip.
[panting]
Now, why didn't you kill him on the ridge
when you had the chance?
I just... Look, I understand that, Skip...
I told you to take care of him.
Hey!
Where the hell was you?
Saving your asses.
How does it feel to always be right?
Hey.
Being right is my business.
Let's go.
Let's go. Let's go.
[ominous music playing]
[wind gusting]
[crow cawing]
[Barabbas] Okay, with Blunt and Stevens gone,
we got four men to do a six-man job.
All right, in order, one...
rigging the guns and blow 'em up.
[Barabbas] You climb the outer wall here.
From there, it's a straight shoot
up to the guns and the roof here.
Rig it with dynamite
and drop the fuse line down to us.
Without Blunt, you're gonna have to go it alone.
If I can fit, it shouldn't be a problem.
You'll fit. Two...
Cut the telegraph wire so they can't send for help,
alert the Army of sabotage.
- But that was Steven's job. - Now it's yours.
- What are you gonna do? - Your job.
Three, rig the foundation and exits.
Make sure no one leaves the fort alive.
We both go in here through the coal cellar,
except now you go here and cut the telegraph wires.
- Got it. - And what about me?
Four, stay on the perimeter and rig the explosives.
Blow 'em sky-high any given time,
whether we're out of there or not.
Guns in the buildings need two people each.
Well, they're both dead, Abe.
It's gonna be tight, but we can still do it
as long as we...
What the hell is she doing here?
I'm sorry. I followed you.
Who said you could come?
We're going deeper into these woods,
to a Confederate fort,
and we ain't leaving till we done
what we came here to do.
I hear you.
But I still prefer my chanced with you than without.
You look hungry.
You know, apples are all well and good, but...
there's nothing like a good piece of meat.
Wouldn't you agree?
You know I like rabbit.
[laughs]
[unsettling music playing]
I, uh, never met no one called Barabbas before.
It's biblical.
Barabbas was a slave, wasn't he?
Wait.
He was a thief.
Got spared in place of Jesus.
Perhaps my mother hoped I'd be spared.
Except she forgot there ain't no such thing as mercy
in this world.
Not for no Negro, anyhow.
How'd a man like you end up in the Army?
I was drafted.
And you?
I volunteered.
No.
I meant, what's your story?
What's my story?
Same as any other slave.
No better, no worse.
[screaming and sobbing]
Please, sir, please!
She's with child.
Shut up!
No! Punish me!
- [whip cracks] - [cries]
Oh, sir, please have mercy on her child!
[wails]
This is gonna hurt you...
[grunts]
[chuckles]
...a lot more than it's gonna hurt me.
- [sizzles] - [screams]
[groans]
And your woman,
unfortunately...
she didn't make it.
[gasps]
[Barabbas groans]
[growls]
Listen, if you hadn't lied to me
on whether or not you had rabbit in your blood...
perhaps this wouldn't be happening to you at all.
- [grunts] - Shit happens, you know.
[laughs]
[owl hooting]
[crow cawing]
[Abe] Hey, where'd you get those?
Came from that tree over there.
[Abe] Judas tree.
Supposed to be the tree
Judas hung himself on.
His blood turned all the white flowers pink.
Or so they say.
Question is,
what was Judas doing hanging himself in America?
[laughs]
We call it the eastern rosebud.
It's said to ward off evil spirits.
Maybe you should give them to Cuffy, then.
We believe that for every poison and evil in the world,
there's a plant counterpart.
[Barabbas] That's a nice thought.
You don't believe that?
No. I do not.
Ooh.
Hope y'all filled your canteens already.
[Abe] Oh, Christ, Washington.
[laughs]
Oh, shit!
Good God.
Yeah, like a wolf done got to him.
No. No wolf did this.
A wolf doesn't go for your neck and leave the rest of you.
There's no bites anywhere. No scratches.
The thing tore its fucking throat out.
Well, if a wolf attacked you, wouldn't you fight it off?
[Abe] So, what the hell did that to him, then?
I don't know.
Maybe he got bit and fell off the cliff.
Wolves didn't have a chance to finish him off.
What the hell's a Yankee doing this far out here?
Hell if I know.
I think it was a wolf.
[Barabbas] Break's over. Come on.
[foreboding music playing]
[owl hooting]
- [coughing] - [Barabbas] Come on.
[panting]
Are you all right?
I'll be fine.
Come on, get off your asses.
Skip thought she was gonna be holding our asses up.
Yeah, that's before either of us knew she was part goat.
Get your old ass up. Come on.
Before Skip rips my damn arm off.
[birds squawk]
[ominous music playing]
[chirping]
[all squeaking]
See them lights?
That's where we're heading?
You know it?
No.
Bad things happen in them woods.
This again.
Everybody here knows them woods is cursed.
It's bad juju.
Man is not meant to go there.
And yet, man built hisself a whole fort right there.
I reckon we got ourselves another three hours' hike
if we don't run into any more problems.
Where's Abe?
Abe!
He was just behind me.
I pulled him off a tree five minutes ago.
Where the hell is Abe?
[Cuffy] Hey!
Find him.
Sweep pattern, double back 50 meters.
- I'll help. - Don't get lost.
Let's go.
Abe.
Rossmore, where you at?
I don't know if Abe were here.
[sniffs]
Abe.
Hey!
[ominous music playing]
You found something?
I found his gun.
And the boot marks, they...
They end here.
What do you mean, they end?
I don't know. I can't explain it, Skip.
It's like... he vanished in the trees.
- Vanished? - Yeah.
That's not good enough, Corporal.
I want him found now.
[Tsula screams]
Hold on. Hold on.
Oh, no.
Ah, it's okay.
- [wheezing] - Oh, no.
Oh! Oh!
[gasps]
Shh, shh, shh. Okay.
It's okay. It's okay.
[shushing]
[gasping stops]
[Washington] Fuck.
[Cuffy] So, what the hell did that to him?
[Barabbas] Abe was with me the first day I joined the Army.
We fought together at Fort Hudson in '62.
And then again at Tulip Springs.
He had a son.
Now we another man dead.
Leaves three to do what was a six-man job.
We keep moving.
The guns are the most important part,
and we got more than enough men to blow those up.
Where's his bag?
Where the hell is it?
[Cuffy] He had the grappling hook in it, Skip.
[laughs] Great.
That's just fucking great.
How are we gonna climb that roof now?
Come on, Washington.
This whole operation is fucked.
- [Barabbas] We can still do it. - Bullshit we can.
Guns? Telegraph, foundation, buildings' exits?
Even doubling up, we're short.
What about her?
Are you fucking kidding me?
Why not? She can replace Abe.
- You know how to read a clock? - Yes.
See? She can read a clock, same as Stevens, Abe,
or whoever.
He got a point, Skip.
You're insane.
Fuck you and this whole mission.
Come on, Washington.
- [Washington] I'm out of here. - No, you ain't.
Freedom's all well and good,
but it ain't worth shit if you're dead.
You ain't going nowhere.
Motherfucker, is you blind?
You think them other Yankees were a coincidence?
We're the B team.
The A team already ended up dead.
[Barabbas] You ain't going nowhere.
- Skip. - You make another move
toward them woods, and I'll kill you.
You pointing your gun at me?
You pointing your gun at me?!
Take one step in that direction,
I'll put one in your fucking skull.
Come on, Skip.
Ain't no one quitting
this goddamn detail!
You hear me?
We're gonna show all those motherfuckers,
General Cravens, Havers, whoever...
that we not only as good as any sons of bitches
in this man's army...
but we're better than them!
We're better than them.
Now, I wants my 40 acres.
And I'm gonna get it.
[whispers] Hey.
You really think he would have killed me?
Don't ask me.
Ask Blunt.
That son of a bitch.
[discordant music playing]
There's a couple on the far end.
No one's in the watchtowers.
They're not expecting anyone this time of night.
Wait a minute.
There's a squad leaving to go on patrol.
Go on patrol? On foot?
Yeah, they're leaving.
Why are they going on patrol now?
Hell, I wouldn't know,
but sometimes, luck is the best plan of all.
Those towers lead to where the guns are.
They're the only way up without ropes.
The towers?
In the fort? With Rebels?
I'm afraid so.
Stairs are better for climbing anyway.
Me and Tsula will deal with booby-trapping
the foundations and exits.
Washington, you're on wire-cutting duty,
same as before.
What's the matter with you?
Nothing a shot of whiskey and a lady won't cure.
Let's move out.
[grunts]
[menacing music playing]
[Washington] What the fuck is this place?
Oh, man. I ain't signed up for this shit.
Keep your voice down.
What the hell have you gotten us into?
Is he alive?
I don't think so.
[Washington breathing heavily]
Oh, man.
I don't feel too good.
Get your shit together, Washington.
Skip, this ain't no regular fort.
We shouldn't have come here.
[yells]
[coughing and gagging]
[coughs]
[breathing heavily]
Who the hell are you?
[panting]
Name's Williams.
Lieutenant James Williams.
Army of the Frontier.
First Kansas Colored Infantry.
What are you doing down here, sir?
[Lt. Williams] Recon mission.
All dead.
Every one.
Killed by those fucking animals in there.
[Williams gasping and coughing]
I know you.
You in Gardner Squad.
- What's that? - It's an elite tactical squad.
You're not saboteurs.
You're assassins.
Assassins?
What the hell went on down here?
Guys, seriously.
[gasps] There's something wrong.
There ain't nothing wrong.
They captured us downriver and kept us alive.
[Barabbas] What for?
They never interrogated us or nothing.
They just tortured us.
Did it like it was some kind of ritual or something.
Ritual?
Hang you upside down...
and pierce your neck with a Liston knife.
Real precise-like.
Not enough to kill you.
Just enough to drain your blood.
They collected in buckets.
[Washington breathing shakily]
- [groans] - See?
[screams]
[intense music playing]
Washington, what the fuck is wrong with you?
Get off him! Get off him!
[gurgling]
[yells]
[gun clicks]
[suspenseful music playing]
[grunts]
[gunshots]
What the fuck got into him?
[Cuffy coughing and panting]
Come on.
[grunts]
What the fuck was that, Skip?
He's a hustradu.
The who-the who?
The hustradu.
They're evil spirits that haunt by night
and feed on your blood.
That's what that girl was talking about, Skip.
[Barabbas] Evil spirits.
Keep your goddamn superstitions outside.
Did you see the teeth on this motherfucker?
It was bigger than him.
And, Skip, his eyes, they...
This shit ain't right, Skip.
We got to get the fuck out of here.
[guns cock]
Maybe it was a draft.
[intense music playing]
[yells]
Feeding time.
Feed on this.
Ow.
[panting]
Hey!
[yells]
[gags and wheezes]
[Barabbas] Oh, shit.
[Tsula] Well, that worked.
[sighs]
All right.
Lay that on me again about them evil spirits.
And tell me everything you know.
[ominous music playing]
[Tsula] The hustradu are ancient spirits
that came over from Europe with the white skins
some 300 years ago.
Legends speak of ships reaching the ports up north
and in New Orleans with nothing but rats surviving the journey.
They say they can take on many forms,
shifting their shape or playing with light.
But their spirit animal is a bat.
And like a bat, they can only travel by night.
And how exactly did this bat get into Washington?
They have to infect you with their poison like a snake.
[screams]
[Tsula] And when they do,
you don't enter into the spirit land
beyond the grave,
but walk forever between the winds.
Sounds like a goddamn mosquito.
What's that mean, "walk between the winds"?
It means you're stuck here, undead.
Rejected by God.
In Creole, we called it "lougarou."
Skip...
I think we should abort this mission.
Maybe.
[Cuffy] Maybe ain't a yes.
And there's nothing in our war papers
say we gotta take on some goddamn devil army.
We still got a mission to run.
You're right, they ain't paying us for evil spirits.
They're paying us to blow up them guns.
Are they?
Or was this some type of ruse
to get us up here?
And do you think they knew
these motherfucking crazy things was up here?
Well, it don't make no difference now, Cuffy.
I can cut the telegraph wires if you show me where they are.
Okay.
Everyone whittle down a stick, just in case.
And what do we do if there's a whole bunch of those things
still out there?
Then...
we kill them all.
[suspenseful music playing]
[wind gusting]
Big motherfucker.
Holy shit.
[ominous music playing]
[breathing heavily]
- [creature roars] - Ah!
[bats squealing]
[eerie music playing]
[creature roars]
Skip!
- [creature roaring] - [voice chuckles evilly]
[grunts]
Knock, knock.
[cackles]
- [latch bolts] - [grunts]
Let me in!
[laughing continuous]
- [pounding on door] - [grunting]
[cackling]
Goddamn!
[pounding on door]
I'm gonna rip off your fucking skin
and wear it as a fucking...
- [yells] - [gasps]
[gagging and wheezing]
Well, looky here.
Oh, shit.
[both grunting]
Where are you going, boy? Surprised to see me?
[grunts and gasps]
[yells]
Thought you left us for dead.
Didn't you, boy?
So why are we here?
Why are we here?
[grunts]
[yells]
Why the fuck we here?
[blade pierces]
I'm immortal, you dumb fuck.
I've waited for a hundred years!
[panting]
Oh, are you trying to hide from me, boy?
Skip.
- [gasps] - [gunshot]
- Where are you? - [evil chuckle]
[gasps]
[screams]
[gunshots]
Motherfucker, come on!
[flesh pierces]
[snarling]
[yells]
[screams]
[ominous music playing]
[heavy breathing]
[shouting in foreign language]
Where are you?
Come out, come out.
Where the fuck are you?!
Where are you?!
Right here, bitch.
[both screaming]
[hissing]
What's this?
Huh.
[sighs]
Killing folks is thirsty business.
Yeah, you dead.
[menacing music playing]
What the fuck?
[fire crackling]
Oh, gosh! It's me, it's me.
It's me.
[Barabbas] This is where they sleep.
In coffins.
This one's been here 400 years.
We found their lair.
[dark music playing]
No, it's not safe down here.
We should go before they find us.
[footsteps]
They already have.
You know if they take us alive, they're gonna torture us,
bleed us and scalp us.
I know.
We can't let that happen.
I know.
[suspenseful music playing]
[footsteps]
Hello, Barabbas.
Been a long time.
Your man upstairs is dead.
Just like all the rest of your men.
[laughs]
I gotta say, uh,
your plan was kind of half-assed.
Yeah, well, plans tend to go out the window
when you run into giant, bloodsucking mosquito assholes.
I prefer the word "Nosferatu."
Sounds better, I don't know.
No, bloodsucking mosquito assholes is just fine.
[laughs]
You like that one, do you?
That's close enough.
You gonna light that thing?
I said, that's close enough.
Go ahead. Blow us all up.
'Cause that's what's gonna happen if you set that off.
Don't worry, I will.
When I get another match.
Before you do that, I wonder if you're aware
of the fact that, uh, your wife...
and your son...
are still alive.
[dramatic music playing]
My son?
Yeah, you're bluffing.
Swear to God.
Or maybe I am. [Chuckles]
Fuck you! You're bluffing!
Well, you know, there's some things a man will bluff about,
but that ain't one of them.
- Don't listen to him. - She died.
You killed her six years ago.
If you're right about that,
then maybe you should light that little package and blow us up.
- [Tsula] He's lying! - You don't have them.
Uh-uh, you don't have them.
What do you think those war-torn soldiers
are gonna do to her if I'm not around to protect her?
He's lying, Barabbas. He'll say anything.
- [hissing] - Come on! Blow him up!
Boom! [Chuckles]
[Tsula] Come on, do it.
I can't take the chance.
Well, I can.
[gunshot]
Wow.
Guns.
[Quantrill laughs]
Hi there.
Boss Quantrill says he wants to bleed you
day in and day out,
as long as possible.
Just keep you on the edge of life.
[laughs]
I'd hate to be you.
You ever wonder
how you got the better of us?
Daylight.
And how'd you know that?
Y'alls is evil spirits of the night.
Forever cursed to walk between the winds.
Maybe weakened by the sun,
but that's a small price to pay for immortality.
I should have cut all your heads off
when I had the chance.
I reckon so.
But you didn't.
[laughs]
Why are you smiling?
Because in a minute,
I'm gonna be standing over your headless corpse.
[scoffs] Well, that would be quite the trick, boy.
And what makes you think that?
I do.
[screams]
[Barabbas] Kill him!
Cut his throat!
Take his fucking head off!
- [screaming] - [blades slicing]
[Tsula panting]
What if they had shot me again?
Or stabbed me just to make sure?
[sighs]
Then you'd be dead.
Go down to that hornet's nest
and burn every coffin you see.
And what are you gonna do?
Blow up them guns once and for all.
But first...
I got an appointment with death.
[suspenseful music playing]
[grunting]
[shrieking]
[creature screaming]
[dramatic music playing]
Hey there, Barabbas.
Have you come here to kill me?
Mm-hmm.
I came here to send your ass to hell.
Yeah.
You know what hell is?
It's the inability
to dream.
You can't fathom what that is like.
Even a dog can dream.
I haven't dreamed in 400 years.
Boo-hoo. You expect me to feel pity for you?
No, I don't expect you to do anything.
Except maybe, um...
remember that I spared you many years ago.
And your woman, and your unborn son.
You ever wonder why I did that?
You spared me?
Because of your name.
It's in the Bible, you know.
Spared by fate...
to achieve the purpose of God.
I figured if I did a good deed,
I might not have to spend an eternity
swimming around an ocean of blood,
and the endless nightmare of not being able to dream.
[sighs]
But, you know...
[chuckles]
...no good deed...
goes unpunished.
[wheezes]
Well, let's get this nightmare over, then.
[hisses]
[screams]
- [grunts] - [hisses]
[laughs]
[intense music playing]
[gasps]
- [grunts] - [hisses]
[whimpers] I don't feel so good.
[grunts]
Barabbas! Barabbas!
Oh, God.
[panting]
We believe that for every poison and evil in the world,
there's a plant counterpart.
[croaks]
- You don't believe that? - No. I do not.
Hold on, hold on, hold on.
All right, don't turn on me, Barabbas.
It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.
Don't turn on me.
[Tsula breathing heavily]
- [groans] - [sizzling]
[crackling]
[whimpers]
God!
God.
I thought you were done for sure.
[groans]
Thanks.
[sighs]
You thought I was gonna slow you down.
Oh...
Move out.
[both laugh]
[suspenseful music playing]
What the hell took you so long?
I had to get a light.
[chuckles]
[birds tweeting]
Surprised to see me?
I, uh...
I came to get my 40 acres.
- And my mule. - Of course.
Did... Um, did you...
blow up the guns?
The guns?
Sure, we blew up the guns.
[fly buzzing]
You don't mind, do you?
Killing folks is a thirsty business.
[sighs]
By the way...
I'm sure I don't have to tell you
after what I've been through...
but if I see you
or any of your men on my land...
heads will roll.
So that's it?
They're letting you go?
I did what I said I'd do.
So where are you gonna go now?
Find my wife and my son.
You really think they're gonna let you keep your land?
You really think they're gonna let you?
You should come with me.
I can't.
This is where our journey must end.
Maybe I'll see you around.
Maybe ain't yes.
You really think he was telling the truth
about your wife still being alive?
I do.
I never realized it before,
but now I know she's alive.
Somewhere.
My boy too.
How can you be sure?
Being sure is my business.
[eerie music swelling]
[Craven screams]
[chuckles]
[gentle acoustic music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
[unsettling music playing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
[suspenseful music playing]
[gentle acoustic guitar music playing]